The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

I talk too much. I never shut up.


Yeah, so, I spend a lot of time in the infusion center at the hospital now. I’m at Kaiser at least twice a week. I’m in there for my weekly chemo treatments. I get my bloodwork done there. I get acupuncture there. The receptionists know who I am. Most of the chemo nurses know me by name. I’m a regular.

Twice a week I get on the elevator at the first floor. It’s crowded. It stops at almost every floor and slowly the elevator clears out. By the time it gets to my floor, the top floor, I’m the only one left. I always wonder, “Medically, does it get more serious the higher you go up in the elevator?”

“Oh, she’s getting off on the 8th floor. That’s a shame.”

People ask me all the time what it is like in the infusion center. Well, the infusion center is on the 8th floor. There is an open common area with a lot of lounge chairs. There are a few semi-private rooms with two or three chairs, as well as a few private rooms with one chair. There are a lot of windows. It’s very bright, and there is a lovely view of San Francisco.


It’s pretty quiet in the infusion center. There’s the constant beeping of the IV machines, but you learn to tune it out. There is some talking, but it’s mainly the nurses. Almost every patient has a guest with them. The patient sits in the chemo chair, hooked up to their machine, and their guest sits next to them. You can hear hushed talking, but mostly the patient is reading or sleeping, and the guest is doing the same thing.

It sounds a little like a library in the infusion center … until I show up.

You see, I have this nervous talking thing. I talk a lot. My mother and my sister are taking turns going with me to chemo, and we are all talkers. From the minute I sit in the chemo chair until I leave, we are nonstop talking.

“And then he said, and then I said, and he’s all, and I’m all, oh let’s look at her Facebook page, show me the photo, did you see the video with the goats, remember the time, yeah I remember the time, so then I says to Mabel I says …”

And it goes on like that for the entire two hours.

I stopped talking long enough to take this chemo selfie.

I stopped talking long enough to take this chemo selfie.

The vibe is slightly different depending on if Michelle or my mother is with me. My mom and I tend to feed off each other’s anxiety. If I get nervous, then my mom gets nervous. If one of us starts crying then the other one will start crying. Michelle and I tend to balance each other out. If one of us gets upset or nervous, then the other one gets really calm. No matter if it’s Michelle or my mom, we talk the entire time. I always bring magazines to read, and we never read them.

I can’t decide if the nurses like me or tolerate me. All I know is that they’ve started putting me in more private rooms instead of the common area. In fact, one day they put me and Michelle in a really private room with its own restroom.

“Ugh. It’s those girls again. They never shut up. Is the that isolated room open? Good. I’ll put them in there.”

My fellow chemo patients don’t seem to mind. A few weeks ago I was set up in a room with one other patient. It was a man and his wife. The man was going to be receiving his chemo for 8 HOURS! Ugh. I’m there for two hours at the most. Eight hours is brutal. He fell asleep shortly after we arrived, and the wife was quietly typing on her laptop.

Michelle and I were talking (duh) about how she had bought our parents a Firestick for their TV and connected it to her Amazon account. My dad wanted to watch the movie “Last Vegas,” about a bunch of old men who go to Vegas, and instead of streaming it or renting it, he bought it. So now Michelle’s Amazon thinks she likes “Last Vegas.”

  • “If you like Last Vegas, you might like Grumpy Old Men.”
  • “If you like Last Vegas, you might like The Bucket List.”
  • “If you like Last Vegas, you might like any recent Robert De Niro movie.”

We were really cracking ourselves up. Then the woman at her laptop started cracking up.

“I’m really enjoying your sister show,” she said.

Two weeks ago there was an older gentleman who was not enjoying the sister show. He was giving us the side eye, but he left after 30 minutes. I assume his treatment was finished for the day, and that he didn’t leave early because of us.

“Ugh! I’d rather die of cancer than listen to these girls and their incessant yapping.” *rips the needle of our his arm and leaves*


I only have five more treatments to go. Maybe I’ll throw a little chemo party in my chair during my last treatment. I’m sure the rest of the infusion center will celebrate after I leave.


Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/podcaster/mother/goober in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, go on adventures with my mighty, mighty good man David and my awesome autistic son, Calvin, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

10 thoughts on “I talk too much. I never shut up.

  1. Sonia, I just LOVE reading your blogs. You are an absolute hoot. I especially got a kick out of the infusion room humor. When my youngest daughter had cancer WE were always the noisy cut-ups. I’m your mom’s first cousin on the Harrison side BTW.

  2. Cute wig by the way.
    And don’t let anyone dissuade you and your sis from gabbing. Maybe you guys should work up a song and dance routine, or get a talent show going…

    • We have been working on a spoof of Daft Punk’s “Get Lucky.” We change the words to “I’m up til 10 to get lucky.”

      We’re too old to stay up all night to get lucky.

  3. Ha ha! I would rather upbeat/nervous chatter next to me than the libraryesque quiet and IV beeping! Or what happens alot at my hospital is people have those little personal tv thingys and some (ok mostly old people) have them on soooooooooo loud, 6 hours of that and I am ready to get over my british politness and march over to tell them to keep it down! Poor old folk!

    You and your sister can come sit next to me during chemo anytime! x

    • I asked one of the nurses today if my sister and I annoy everyone with our talking, and she said absolutely not. That was nice to hear.

      We would absolutely sit next to you and talk your ear off. Good luck to you, btw! I hope your chemo is going well.

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