Can’t Flush, Er, Don’t Touch This

The only thing I miss about the cancer treatment center–everything automatic in the bathroom. I never had to push a handle to flush the toilet. I got soap and water simply by holding my hands out under the dispensers. Heat for drying turned on by holding my hands under the nozzle, or I could get a paper towel simply by waving my hands under the last towel poking out from the dispenser. It’s all there to avoid spreading germs. I like that.

I run into so many women who miss, absolutely miss, being in the treatment world. They miss the doctors and nurses, the care and the support. And I know it is a comfort to be in that care, because I know the paranoia of even the slightest ache or scratch being an early indicator……it’s back.

I do miss one of my infusion nurses. I miss her as a person, but I do NOT miss being in that chair. I like my oncologist, but I only want to see him every six months. Part of this is because I am not very sentimental. Part of it may be because of the Herceptin. I was stuck going there every 3 weeks for a whole year. I was pretty sick of it by the time I finished. And I never felt like I was leaving anyone’s care. These days I dislike going in the building, even for support group meetings, but especially for the six month check ups. I long for the day many years from now, when I no longer need ever enter that building again, if I can manage to stay tumor free.

But I do miss those bathroom conveniences. Every time I use a bathroom in a school, at the movies, the mall, ANYWHERE, I miss that cancer center bathroom.

Author: Cancer Curmudgeon

Oct 2010 diagnosed with Stage 3, HER2+ Breast Cancer. Completed treatment Jan 2012. Waaaaaay over pink. Applying punk rock sensibility to how I do cancer.

3 thoughts on “Can’t Flush, Er, Don’t Touch This”

  1. I was already a Howard Hughes before cancer because I am a self-employed psychologist and who is going to see my patients on a a moment’s notice if I have a cold? I was in Home Depot with my hubby yesterday and saw the hands-free kitchen faucets. I felt lustful. And the worst kind of public bathroom experience? Going to a convenience store, gas station, or coffee shop and having to use a bathroom key. Yuck yuck yuck!


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