Today is my third chemo and I can't say I'm looking forward to it (at 11:15 a.m. to be exact). Can I stop the hands of time? Even for another hour or two.
Whenever I go to the oncology clinic it feels like I'm a prisoner walking into a death chamber. I might as well be because the thought of poison going in my body is repulsive. The difference is I'm still alive after the treatment and at least it is getting rid of the bad cancer cells.
Like before I will be completely useless for about three to four days. I just hate it! On the bright side it's my third chemo out of six, I'm halfway through but still too early to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Who knows what the next three cycles will bring?
I haven't been myself the last couple of days probably dreading this day. It completely spoils everything: my attitude, my mood, my energy level and my appetite. It's pathetic and I have to endure three more of this chemo crap!!!
I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!
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