Arrived at BCCH for our eight o'clock appointment about ten minutes ahead of time. Alex threw up in the parking lot. His system should be quite clear of chemo. Nerves. Like the goalie before the big game.
Check in at the front desk. Wristband with ID on, blood requisition forms. Wait in the waiting room filled with toys and books, feels like a classroom. Down the hall, a little girl maybe 4 is crying, then shrieking as they put an IV in her arm. We wait.
