I spent 10 days, over the course of 3 weeks driving four hours a day while getting radiation treatment at Stanford.
The one upside to it is the building I had it done in had valet parking for free.
The first time I pulled up to the valet guys, they stood outside my door while I fumbled like crazy to get my purse, phone, jacket, water, and kindle. It seemed to take forever. And it never occured to me to put all of that stuff into my ginormous purse before I left the house.
By the end of the 10 days, I left the damn car like a ninja. I was rocking the valet parking and while waiting for my car every day, one thing surprised me. Where in the hell were the paparazzi?!
Yes, I’ve watched TMZ where I’ve seen them film celebrities as they wait by the valet stand. I wanted some damn paparazzi. Is that too much to ask for?
I may have gone to the hospital every day in my yoga pants, black Uggs (that *may* smell a little like cat pee), my husband’s jacket, barely brushed hair, and no make-up but that valet parking made me feel like a fucking rockstar! Just without all of the cocaine and hookers.
During my long commute, I had fun with exit signs and would change the names to give me a giggle. My favorite? Cochrane Road turned into Cock Ring Rd. Anything to stay awake for the 2 hour drive to the hospital.
I also burned a cd of my exercise playlist to keep my driving momentum going and for weeks I had to listen to Fergie and The Black Eyed Peas tell me that she’s so 3008 and I’m a fucking loser. I’m so 2000 late. Well, fuck you, Fergie! Boom Boom Pow!
The whole thing was harder than I was expecting. I had to go to the cancer center. Sitting with those patients while waiting my turn for a blast of radiation had me getting really emotional. My heart hurt for them.
It made me realize just how lucky I am. I was having radiation for a different reason but seeing the head wraps, hats, and scarves covering up their heads quickly reminded me what a fucking baby I was being and to quit my whining.
That’s not to say I didn’t have a great, big meltdown during my treatment.
My family got sick and that commute was getting to me. ALL of it was getting to me and I did the ugly cry for a few hours one night. I had to put everything on pause and it drove me nutty. When the cold hit me, I lost my shit.
It was just what I needed though because after that, I felt more revived and soon, I was finally done with my treatments.
I can’t say enough about how absolutely amazing everyone was at Stanford. I’m so used to military doctor care and after this experience, I never, ever want to be at the hands of a military doctor again.