Preparing For Chemotherapy

The more I read about it, the sicker I get

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Cancer happens. I'm trying not to make it a big deal. But it is.

Chemotherapy starts tomorrow. Given the illegal drugs I've ingested, I hope that I will not have an adverse reaction.

Drip-drip-drip goes the IV for five hours or so. What the hell am I going to do for five hours? I thought of writing, but I doubt the situation will be conducive to that. So guess I'll read and sleep. I wish I could get high.

I'm most concerned about the aftermath. Nobody likes to vomit, but that seems to be what happens.

The other aspect is hair loss. At 64, I have a full head with little gray. It is what I have traded on for so long. I'm not used to looking my age.

Is cancer where youth goes to die?

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