Cancer treatment is complex. At least mine is.
First step was diagnosis. Second step was a bunch of little procedures leading to my Whipple surgery. The third step is chemotherapy/radiation.
Tomorrow is my first chemo treatment with three more to come, then six weeks of radiation and one more round of chemo.
It’s the best we’ve got, but it’s awful to think the chemo drug is pretty indiscriminate in the cells it kills. It will flow through my bloodstream to all parts of my body.
Tomorrow will be the first use of my catheter port. Having a device planted in your skin like some little alien is creepy. I am a little worried because the area around the port has been sensitive.
It’s supposed to make my life easier. Please prove it tomorrow.
Getting the chemo itself doesn’t worry me. The oncologist has played down the potential for side effects–possible, not likely. I’ve got anti-nausea pills at the ready.
It just needs to do its thing. That’s all I ask.