A Day at the Edward's Cancer Center

We have spent many, many hours at the Cancer Center in Naperville, Illinois. You have been such a faithful friend and sojourner with us. I thought you might like to see a few photos of the experience. I could not photograph everything, since I did not want to violate the privacy of anyone else there to receive treatment.






These are two of the recliners we often occupy during a day of treatment. Here you can also see John's father Bill reading a book.

John and I sit side-by-side and this is our view out the large windows.

Our nurse today, Derrek, has started the blood transfusion. I think is a little creepy that the bag says, "blood product." Is that terminology similar to what you see on bag of Velveeta? This is a "cheese product"? Hmmm.

John wheels his IV bags with him to the computer. He is doing some work for the library.

Right next to the computer is a little kitchenette. This treatment room is mostly used for CHEMO-therapy, but I call this area SUGAR-therapy. This little table is always filled with treats. I thought the nurses brought this stuff in, but they tell me that patients bring it. This baffles me. When I am packing up for the hospital, the last thing on my mind is, "Why don't I bake a pan of brownies!"



The Arts Program employs a number of professional musicians. We do not intersect with musicians every time, but today we did. This is wonderful. They take requests! This time Mary requested Canon in D. I felt like I was at a wedding.

As the sun moves through the sky, we begin to see the reflection of the IV bag in the window.

Mary juiced veggies and puts them in a thermal cup. Bill went to get lunch from Stir Crazy. You can see John's Bangkok noodles waiting for him after he drinks his juice.

After lunch, John goes back to the computer. There is a large puzzle table behind the computer. This man is starting a new puzzle, because John and Bill finished one last time we were here.

In the afternoon, we got a visit from a Therapy dog. Today I am being loved by Snuggles the pug.

And the sun goes down...

In John's words, "This is my post-prandial nap." A little Benadryl doesn't hurt, either.

This is the view from our recliners when the IV is removed. Time to go home! Charlotte and Josiah are at home waiting for Daddy to play the piano for their evening dance.