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First Chemo Treatment I - 5/21/02 The first dose of chemotherapy was not as bad as I had built it up to be. I had visions of writhing in the chair like Linda Blair, head spinning around and all. I checked into the outpatient center, and they ushered me up to the 'chemo bullpen' (for want of a better term). There were ten or twelve chairs arranged around the perimeter of the room, and patients would come and go to get their fix. I sat and waited for what seemed an eternity while they waited on my orders from the doctor and mixed up my drugs. A happy nurse came over and told me I shouldn't leave the house without wearing a mask for the next six months, and that I should avoid crowded areas like 'Wal-Mart and Church.'
I have been able to eat pretty much everything, but for the first few days nothing tasted better than chicken soup (or chicken pot pie at First Watch). I'm sure by the end of this ordeal I will never want to eat chicken again. During the 'pins and needles' phase, everything tasted like it had been doused in Tabasco. I ate an english muffin with grape jelly and nearly had to run for the hills it burned so much. A friend of mine recently went through this entire experience, and she has been answering my questions about the chemotherapy left and right. It helps so much to know what to expect, it lessens the feeling of dread associated with the treatments. |
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