I'd like you to meet a friend of mine.
This is Eleanor.
She's been living with me five days a week for the past month and a half. When I first came home with the pump, I was trying to think of a way to make the experience a little bit less disturbing for my kids, and so I said, "Hey, this pump is going to be around for a while. Let's give it a name!" thinking that they'd come up with Pumpy or Zappy or something, but instead my six year old daughter said, "How about Eleanor?" just to be silly, and it stuck.
I'm happy to say that Eleanor will be going on vacation tomorrow when my five and a half weeks of continuous infusion are finished. Once she leaves, I won't see her again until some time in June, when Round Two of chemo starts. For those infusions I'll have her for only two days every other week. Eleanor is one of those friends who can be a bit difficult to tolerate at times, but in the end I do appreciate what she's done for me.
In the mean time, I hope I can get the Turtles song "Elenore" out of my head. (Go ahead, click on that link, because you shouldn't miss the spectacle of Sixties hair and fashion therein - and then the song will be stuck in your head, too.)