One Hour at a Time

Today is the start of chemo number eight. Part one is time at the oncology center and then 46 hours of wearing the infusion pump through which John receives the dreaded 5-FU. This morning I started saying to myself “One hour at a time”. That has to be today’s mantra. I have a work meeting at 8am, then race to the office, then drive to meet John at chemo, I can prep for my evening class while he receives chemo, then home to meet the visiting nurse to get the infusion pump started. Once he is settled I am off to give a workshop—for caregivers no less and after that I head to school to get at least an hour of my night class. If I just look at the next hour: dress for work and drive to the breakfast meeting I can do this.