Don’t fear the reaper /tag-Teagan
Landon totally had a plan today to get a few laughs in the outpatient chemo room. He had brought his old Halloween grim reaper hood, and had totally put it on, and when a nurse had looked up from her clipboard, Landon had slowly moved his hand, which had thinned in recent months. Her bloodcurling scream could be heard across the ward, if possible. “Ahhh lady, read the chart- loud noises are kind of painful,” he muttered, though he was hardly uncomfortable for long, that was amusing beyond belief… until the charge nurse made him put the robe away. To avoid a scene, he was obedient, but inwardly, sheesh, there was no sense of humor in these parts.
….That was only the first 15 minutes in. Why-oh-why did this treatment take two-to-three hours? Like there wasn’t anything better for Landon to do? Like play with his son, annoy his fiance with his bad but still altogether funny humor, Netflix and chill maybe? Damn, cancer really put a damper on his social life. Landon pulled his phone out, and texted his sister.
Teagan, I’m tied up to a chair and just got stabbed, and am being fed poison through my veins. Being held against my will for the next 2-3 hours. Tisch Cancer Center at Mount Sinai. Bring hope for humanity! (I’m bored, can’t you tell?) - Landon-