In 24 24 hours I know I need to be lambasted.

Day one of chemo must be akin to day one of kindergarten. Chaos. Tears. Pee.

And a lunch box.

After my many hours of liquid intake and the absorption of little octagonal pills that made me feel like chewing lead paint off church railings - steroids - to give me strength - and likely back hair - thank goodness that will likely fall out - I was ready to be sent home on the - well - very nice Lincoln short bus.

But not before I got my little blue refrigerated bag tossed onto my lap by the charge nurse. With a giant nasty needle in it. Oh yea that. It has to be injected 24 hours after your infusion. Super fun. Off to the walk in clinic for that.

Ahh. Too cute. It has my name on it.

I was quickly unplugged uplifted loaded up with instructions which frankly had Liza not been there would have pinned to my chest and scene. Done.  

We wil call you with your next chair time in leas than two weeks.

Ok. Lol. Call me! Maybe! Cause I just met you and this Is crazy ----- wow I love steroids ! So high. So very fuzzy...

I wonder what this needle is going to be like.... And off I slept as Liza wrangled home and me up the stairs so I could rest.

And then begin to eat.

"If you do not eat you die."

" Define eat" I said.

"Micheal Phelps" she said.

Oh thank goodness i love pizza.

Mamma Mia's!!! I love you.