I had my first round of chemotherapy and radiation treatments this morning. I was surrounded by the support and love of my family. My husband was in the waiting room, holding my purse (husbands don't generally like to hold their wive's purses, I've learned).
My son made me a CD-ROM of my favorite concerto, Antonio Vivaldi's "Four Seasons," which the radiation team piped into the room where I was being treated so that I could be distracted and relax (and not move my head). There were times when the sound of the x-ray beams were so loud that I couldn't actually hear the music, but I knew it was playing somewhere and my heart fluttered knowing that my cooler-than-cool son had stayed-up late burning a piece of classical music onto a CD for his old mom.