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Two years ago today, I had my first chemotherapy treatment. I remember very well feeling nervous as it began, not knowing what was going to happen. What side effects would hit me, how severe would they be, and when would they start? I remember the nurse asking me if I had ever had avastin, oxiliplatin, and folfiri before, but at the time those medicine names sounded like alien words to me. I answered, "No, this is my first go-round with terminal cancer!" She looked at me with a sour expression, but I shrugged and added, "This stuff is all new to me." What a long, draining day that was.
Tomorrow, I go in for more. I have lost count now how many treatments I have had, but it has to be more than 40.
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