So my dad came up the stairs yesterday and said, "so, you ready to go?" I said, "Well, I'm feeling good today so I thought we'd just skip it." But here I am at LDS hospital.
This morning when the nurse came in with a blue gown on and two pairs of gloves and a mask, I didn't think much of it. She hung my bag of chemo, plugged it into my heart and walked out. Two hours later when the bag came down she gathered all the gowns and gloves and masks and chemo bag and put them all in a bag and threw them away. You know why? In case they got a drop of the poison they just pumped into my heart, got on them.
So far nothing bad has really happened besides a couple emotional tears and a bad taste in my mouth. I haven't thrown up or had uncontrollable stomach problems, I haven't even lost my hair yet. All I can say is, so far, so good. Just mostly boring. I'm sure there are bad days to come though.
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