We attended an hour of education today at the Cancer Center.  It consisted mostly of info about the specific chemo meds that are going to be used (Adriamycin and Cytoxan) and all the possible side effects.   I don’t know, but I would imagine listening to all the possible bodily functions that could misfire, might cause your run-o-the-mill Joe/Jane to hurl right there in the conference.  But being of sound gut and fairly sound minds, B and I held our breakfast quite well. (B  cooked this morning, so there was NO way I was going to give that one up without a fight.)  I pinch myself when I think about whether it is really me getting nuclear dyes and sugars injected into my rather virgin system.  There are meds for the side effects of the chemo and probably meds for the side effects of the side effects.  When I heard that one of the chemo drugs burns if it seeps out of the vein, and that it will make me pee red for 48 hours, I was immediately lifted to the land of Shangri La and attended to internal stimulation for a long slow motion second or two.

Actually our nurse was very knowledgeable about chemo therapy an about my case, which, as you will find out in another entry, was a huge relief to B and I, and actually the norm for this establishment.  This image is a purge of all the colors and stuff that might slough from my body in this process.

I don’t know what to be scared of.  This will be my/our experience and unique to us.  I plan to draw during the infusion, and have been calling the port-a-cath a port-o-love.  The port was inserted about two weeks ago, it’s the round grey thing at the top right of the image below.

I had visions if small colorful hearts going into my body through the port to round up the disorganized cancer cells.  The chemo drugs are agents to help corral the cancer and evict it.  The first chemo date is 9/9, Wednesday at 10:30.