I just got home from my first chemo treatment. Talk about anti-climactic; I sat in a chair for 7 hours. I did some kitting, dozed a little, read a book, and easedropped on other people's conversations. The chemo room is like a black hair salon; those were some gossipping hens. Everyone could tell I was a "newbie" cause I still have all my hair. I got made fun of a little, but everyone was really nice. All in all, it was a decent experience.
Speaking of hair, though, it's likely that I'll chop it all off this weekend. DH is going to do it for me; he used to cut hair in college. We're all excited about it.
So, Operation Kick Cancer's Ass has begun. I'm going to take a nap now; we got up at the crack o'dawn this morning. I'll check in periodically and let y'all know how I'm doing.
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