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Wednesday, Sept 6, 2017
1st chemo treatment. This is how one drug is infused.  I can't remember all these names but one I do remember is:

This one.... The Red Devil.  The nurse dressed up in gown and sterile gloves and mask and administered this "hazardous drug".  the other one is infused in a drip, this one is "pushed".  I'm not sure exactly why but this is the way they do it.  I chewed ice chips the entire time and for about an hour after the 2 vials of red devil were pushed to keep mouth sores at bay.  So far, just a bit of a sore throat but no sores.  In the TMI catagory, my pee turned the same color of red (which they told me ahead of time).  Weird.  But, I hope it's getting in there and killing this shit that's taken up residence.  Lenny the Lump's gotta go. And take with him, any "friends" he might have spread around.

We sat next to each other and watched  The Price is Right.  I just love it when they spin the wheel and almost fall down!  Do they never watch the show to see that that might happen?  The IV is in my "medical port" (I'm a card carrying medical port person now....) which makes things a lot easier.  No constant poking or destroying my veins with pokes and chemo.  My Chemo Nurse said I probably won't have hair at my next treatment on 9/20.  I'm getting used to wearing hats and scarves and am seriously contemplating dying my hair blonde and cutting it ala Pink (I love her!!) before it starts coming out in clumps.  The boys and I have had lots of laughs about how much more shedding will be happening around here.  For some reason, the dogs are shedding like crazy so we think we'll be walking out the door cleaning hair off of us "oh gosh, here's some from Badger.  Here's some from Ruby.  Mom!!!  Here's a CLUMP of yours!!  We've also had lots of laughs about me drawing in my eyebrows in all kinds of crazy ways:  constantly surprised or sinister or angry.

One down.  3 more of these to go.  The road ahead is long but I am so blessed.  I have an amazing husband, 4 wonderful boys, a caring family, loads of loving friends and insurance.  I can get treatment.  I have access to the best cancer treatment hospital in the country (if not the world).  I have money so I can buy ginger gum and scarves and gatorade and comfort items.  I constantly think about those who don't have this priviledge and it makes me weep.  I am blessed.  It's another thing "it's" giving me