A funny thing happened on the way to the cancer center

I have heard some hysterical stories on blogs I follow that happened during treatment or
transplants for MM. I just started following a blog of a young guy who is starting treatment
and his wife posted a shot of him in his hanes showing his BMB site and jokingly he said maybe he would attract more blog followers posting pix of his butt. It's a fair bet. I've seen the picture.
It got me to thinking (and commenting on his blog) about the ICU nurse who came up to tell me my husband had a cute ass after his first BMB. My husband has gotten more than his share of TLC due to being young and pretty darn cute as I'm sure this guy will too. But back to the funny stories, here's a throwdown for any of y'all who read this blog to share your funniest or most embaressing story. I know MM is serious business but these light moments I read about courtesy of my fellow MM caregivers or patients always bring a much needed guffaw out of me.
So the first one that pops into my mind happened during Tim's transplant. I have said before that the transplant dept. at HUMC is loaded with some of the hottest nurses. I'd like to meet the man that does the hiring there. I mean, give a worn out wife a break with this will ya. I actually told an older gent at a support group meeting once who was on the fence about doing a transplant to go meet the nurses there and he'll be off the fence and signing up in a heartbeat. Luckily, the nurses were all really nice too, even the one with the breathy, squeaky, happy birthday Mr. President Marilyn voice(even if her voice did raise the hairs on the back of my neck.) Tim, being the youngest, buffest patient in the transplant
day room those weeks, got lots of attention. He seemed to be surrounded by these gals everytime I got back from visiting our daughter. So to explain this event, I'll have to tread lightly lest I make y'all think I'm brash or lacking in class. Tim acquired an affliction that I believe was caused by the strong antibacterial soap they made him shower with daily. I believe it was a thrush type reaction and it hit him in his private region. In layman's terms, he had "GREAT BALLS OF FIRE." So much for treading lightly. :o) I reported this to his nurse after he spent the whole night in pain and VERY irritated. She reported it, by phone, to the woman doctor who was doing rounds that day. The doctor tells the nurse to inspect aforementioned B's-O-F before she will prescribe something. Now, just to prove to me that there is a God, Tim's nurse that day was a very nice but "not stripper material by a long shot" woman that I liked immensely. I felt so sorry for her. She turned beet red and broke into an absolute flop sweat. As for Tim, he was not bothered by this at all. I couldn't figure out if this should have worried me or not. If I was told I had to flash some male nurse so he could inspect my hoo hah, I think I would be the one in a flop sweat. I am
not a man though and as far as I know, Tim had not had a new audience for that area in 22 years. To make matters worse, to save an unnecessary walk to the john all hooked up to an IV pole, she told Tim to just wait until he had to pee next so we all had a good long time to think about this which was most upsetting for this blushing nurse. When she and Tim finally went off to the bathroom together, I jokingly said to them, "if you're not out in 5 minutes, I'm coming in after ya." Someone pointed out later that a lot can happen in 5 minutes. Good point. Well we finally got the nystatin powder. Problem was Tim was not allowed to go near anything like that as he could have a problem if he breathed it into his lungs. He had to mask up and I got to do the
honors when we got back to the condo that night. He said, "sorry." I said, "are you kidding, if I didn't know I was gonna get to give you showers and see you naked all the time, I wouldn't have signed up for this transplant caregiver stuff. These are the PERKS." I'm not sure if this reads all that funny but it was pretty darn hysterical for us. Stay tuned for the "when do we get to have
sex?" talk we had with Tim's transplant doctor on discharge day. Maybe I am brash. ;o) If you are going for a transplant, I will tell you what they tell all women about to give birth. Check your modesty at the door.