Well Friday was chemo number #1 of 8. That's one down. I have decided the new tradition is to have one cupcake for each chemo. I didn't think about this in time for Chemo #1 and afterwards Kyle and I ran errands to prepare for the weekend (diapers, formula, Gatorade...we are living the high life!) and then I was too tired to make the cupcake run back to Mass Ave. But next time I am going prepared!
So Kyle and I went off for my first appointment. Accessing my port for the first time was probably the worst part. The surgery was so recent that it was still very sore but they told me that will be better by next time. I was worried I would be bored but between having to pee every three minutes because they kept pumping me full of fluids (oh and the 3 cups of Banana Nut coffee from my Patachou breakfast before chemo...) and having my own TV to watch the time didn't go that slowly. Kyle was all into one of his new books and was loving having the time to read (when he wasn't ready to thrash the lady behind us who was screaming into her cell phone for most of her chemo treatment). He was even considering renting himself out to people who were at chemo alone so they could look like they came with a friend and he could continue to read. After a brief lunch debacle...let's just chalk it up to Kyle not being the worlds best listener and the hospital cafeteria being one of the most unhealthy places to eat in Indy short of the State Fair...we made it through a bag of fluids, a steroid, 2 kinds of chemo and then we were on our way home.
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