Cancer Schmancer

Today we went down to Princess Margaret Hospital for my first chemotherapy treatment, not a gruesome experience, rather one that left both Bob and I feeling fairly positive. We got lots of info about the chemo itself plus the additional miracle drugs that we hope will mitigate the expected side effects. The whole thing is done intravenously over about an hour in a pleasant daycare area full of colour and light. Lots of paintings on the wall and sunshine pouring in the windows. I was told that losing my hair is unlikely, but I haven't given up entirely on the plan for a spiky purple wig. My next treatment is scheduled for March 23.
My Case Manager is Heidi, the RN whom I met already when I first consulted with my surgeon, Dr. Rosen. She spent considerable time explaining everything and answering our questions and she will be my lifeline in the coming weeks if anything ugly comes up. Her most important message to me today: remember why we are doing this, so go out there and enjoy living!
Now I'm home, curled up on the couch, with dogs for company and my attentive husband nagging me already to keep up the fluids. (Whereas he has been renowned as the Prince of Tea, for the moment he is the Prince of Juice.)
And, oh yes, I'm counting my blessings. One of those is my mom, who came back from Owen Sound yesterday to help things run smoothly.