What’s a Chemotherapy Session in a Buenos Aires Public Hospital Like?
Yesterday, I went to the hospital with my friend Rick. Rick is an American living in Buenos Aires, receiving treatment through the public hospital system. Yesterday, I went with him while he got chemotherapy.
Below is an excerpt from an entry I wrote for his blog:
Rick and I can always talk, even when it seems like there really couldn’t be that much to say. Today, topics include but are not limited to hysterical transgender politics in the LGBT movement, a guy I encounter regularly who seems to adjust his crotch every time he sees me and what this could mean, the hot young guy showing off to his friends on the chin-up bar outside the hospital that caught Rick’s eye, the possibility that Rick’s tumor might have shrunken and if the physical sensations in his rectum or absence thereof are credible evidence of such a thing, Rick’s mom and her question about whether he used his mouth or his ass when he had sex, and her proclamation at a certain point after she’d accepted his homosexuality, “I hope you’re getting some!” We also discuss a possible timeline for the surgery he’ll get if everything goes as well as it can. If the treatment is successful, the tumor will have shrunk and they will remove it after this course of chemo. I worry that I’ll be in the Galapagos on a press trip. We’ll have to wait and see, but I don’t like the idea of not being able to visit him in the hospital.
To read the rest of this entry, read Rick’s stellar writing about the situation, to donate to Rick’s cancer related expenses, or to see photos from the life of an expat in the public healthcare system of Buenos Aires, go to RickHasCancer.com.