7 years ago today, I went radioactive for Valentine's Day. Thanks to the Manhattan Project and the iodine-absorbing qualities of the thyroid, "chemotherapy" for thyroid cancer takes on the form of a pill that you swallow. Pretty amazing actually.
It was the most special Valentine's Day delivery I have ever had. Said "pill" comes in a very unique package with a very specific procedure. Step one: enter closet sized room by yourself. Step two: notice various people coming in and out of the room in head to toe radioactive suit gear. Step three: watch a airplane-like drink cart be rolled into your little space by another radioactive suit gear person (RASGP). Step four: RASGP speaks, "Lizzy. So, I am going to open this box and then I am going to need you to just swallow this like a pill. Here are your radio-active fall out instructions. Do you have any questions?" Step five: Just say no. Step six: One compartment, two compartment, three compartment, four. Swallow the pill, and RASGP is out the door.
Done and done. I swallowed a pill that has "fall out" instructions. Including that my family was to leave my meals for the next 24 hours outside of my room door and I was to come pick them up myself. Kind of like Sloth from The Goonies. (He turned out to be a real sweetheart). But Dad brought it to my bedside anyways. It was Valentine's Day after all.