Last night, just after the Anchluss and around the time Maria and Captain Von Trapp returned from their honeymoon, my final bag of methotrexate stopped dripping. A few minutes after, the Von Trapp Family Singers started singing “Goodbye, Farewell”, and I am now halfway through the dreaded B cycle. So far so good.
But it wasn’t a total goodbye, farewell. I still have the cytarbine to get through, and the first of four bags of that life saving gunk started flowing through the IV just as that Nazi-rat Rolfe, having heard Leisl’s gasp, blew his whistle and called for the Lieutenant. Thankfully, the Von Trapps, with the help of the Sisters, eluded the cluchtes of the evil Nazis and escaped into Switzerland and then the United States for a quiet life of singing, waxing cross country skis, and serving hot chocolate in Stowe, Vermont at the Von Trapp Family Lodge.