My friend Linda said in a comment on my blog May 3 that she was wondering how I felt when I went for chemotherapy.
Well, I've had a lot of treatments since then and her question continues to stick in my head.
The first time I was escorted by the doctor into the spacious room (overlooking a beautiful healing garden and waterfall) where they hook you up to an IV I felt like I was part of a new club - the chemo club - that has a membership list a mile long.
It was kinda like when I became a mother for the first time...you are instantly a member of a club that you never leave.
I suppose I'd describe the feeling as surreal - you know of people throughout your life who have gone through various forms of cancer surgeries and treatments, and you only imagine what it must be like.
But when it actually happens, all anyone can do is take it one treatment, one procedure at a time.
I wasn't scared, but rather grateful that I was getting the medical care I need.
I feel fine, just tired. I've had no nausea, and for that I also am incredibly grateful!
Tomorrow morning I return for 'chemo light' number 4.
Thanks for reading my online cancer journal.
To be continued...