Two Lucky

What a day. I landed in Paris a little after 6am, and after some walking, finally found the bus that would take me to Jesse’s apartment. He opens the door for me, and without missing a beat, I am in bed with him.

It is still early, around 8am by the time I get to his place. Looking at his barely woken face, lying next to him, I feel like I have been watching him the whole night.

The morning goes by quickly. It’s 11am and we’re at the hospital. Without further tests we don’t know what’s wrong with his shoulder. Dr Kim orders a PET scan and we visit another oncologist to schedule chemotherapy.

Tomorrow, 8:30am. We start on chemo buddies Taxol and Carboplatin. Dr Kim warns that the hair will go and increased muscle pain will require regular painkillers. Jesse is unimpressed, my dear boy.

The big issue now is his insurance. Over lunch, Jesse decides that if he can keep his insurance and disability, he may move down to Singapore. We talk with his company insurance department. They say it is unclear if he will get to keep his benefits if he goes on extended sick leave.

Apart from all the chemo talk, it is just like old times.

We sit on the couch, drink Orangina and watch silly movies. Mrs Doubtfire just ended and Dodgeball is coming on. As usual, Jesse tries to educate me on the finer points on American culture during the movie.

The phone rings, I stand up to get another drink. We are almost out of soy milk for breakfast tomorrow. It’s Uncle Ernie on the phone. I turn down the TV. Jesse puts his feet up on the coffee table (”Someone needs to take a bathy!”).

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