After driving past it a few times, I arrived at UT this morning for my 8:45am lab/9:30am doc appt. It all took SO LONG.
The lab didn't know if I needed a urine sample. I hate those things. Every single time I pee all over my hand.
While I was waiting for my doc, a nurse I didn't know came in to ask about my pain. She was in the room for about three minutes, then left.
The doc went over all the dates of my diagnosis/surgery/chemo/etc. Again. Lame. He did, however, approve me for the trial.
After that I met with the research coordinator, and that was one big wait fest. The longest part of the wait? A freaking pregnancy test. And they must have used a real rabbit because it took forever. Guess what? I'm NOT freaking pregnant!
Finally I had a little meeting with the research coordinator and the pharmacist. The pharmacist told me all the stuff the coordinator told me the last time I was there. By this time it was something like 1:30pm and what in the world was I STILL doing there??
Anyway, I got my pills. I'm waffling between this being a good thing and a terrible thing. Yes, yes, I realize what an awesome opportunity this trial is. On the way home today I cried and cried though because it's just more poison that is probably going to make me feel crappy. I don't want to take poison pills that will make me feel crappy and have sore hands and feet.
I took my first dose a little while ago. Sigh.
This verse popped up in my Daily Bible ap:
James 1:2-4 Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.
Please pray that I can find the joy in this trial, and all the trials I come up against. And now I'm going to spend some time goofing off with my kids.