He was stoked.
So were his nurses.
This conversation even took place between Chris and a nurse we've never seen before who took his IV out that day-
Nurse- "So I hear it's your last chemo?"
Chris- "Yes!"
Nurse- "What kind of cancer?"
Chris- "Testicular."
Nurse- "Oh! Well we won't be seeing you around these parts again. We never see you testicular patients again."
Chris nervously says- "Uh, how come? Why's that?"
Another nurse in the background laughs.
Nurse- "Oh well because the cancer's gone hun."
Chris- "Well I haven't had my CT Scan yet so we aren't 100% sure yet."
Nurse- "Boy, if I could pick a cancer to get I'd choose testicular, but I don't have the right equipment."
Chris and I just looked at each other and busted out laughing.
I can't think of a cancer I'd ever choose even if I had the right equipment.
On another note, on that same day Chris sat two chairs down from a guy who was maybe 18 years old.
He was diagnosed with testicular cancer on December 22nd. We knew, as soon as we heard the nurse talking to him about Bleo, that he had testicular cancer. So, Chris isn't the youngest person anymore in the infusion room. That we've seen anyway.
Needless to say, Chris felt super guilty about talking about his last chemo since this guy and his mother were within earshot. It was hard for him to contain his excitement when his favorite nurse Hannah came up to congratulate him.
You shoulda seen him when we were walking out to the car to leave though.
Excitement- all over his face.
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