One Last Meeting With The Red Devil
Today is the last time I need to confront the “Red Devil.” All I can say is one big fat hallelujah.
Adriamycin might save a person’s life, but it sure is the devil. I’ve been mentally preparing myself for it all morning. Actually, I’ve been running around juicing lemons (helps with nausea), eating a protein shake with plenty of raw flax seeds (helps with… um… chemically-induced constipation), consuming a lot of vitamins (and trying not to think about what would happen if those came back up), and lining up the medicine that I need to prevent pain when they put the red chemotherapy cocktail into the port.
The pain-preventative part is being a little tricky as I got the hair-brained idea a few weeks ago to put the Lidocaine in the medicine cabinet rather than the vitamin cupboard. Our medicine cabinet is now strewn all over our living room due to the bathroom remodel. My husband is running around the house looking for it while I’m over here being the lofty writer again. He’s a good man.
Well, the naturopathic doctor said to drink a lot of water, so I must go. I hope I don’t need those Depends Diapers yet… it is a forty-five minute drive to meet that devil.
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