First day of chemotherapy is done. It feels really good to be able to say that; for the last couple of weeks everything has seemed in limbo. I have been weighed down with the fact that I have cancer, but caught in that frustrating period between knowledge and action. Today, finally, I started fighting back.
Yesterday my parents and I attended something referred to as a 'Confirmation of Consent' meeting with my absolute babe of a Nurse Specialist, Theresa. Sadly this wasn't some sort of disruptive feminist workshop, but a medical appointment about chemotherapy. The point of the session is to run through your cancer treatment plan, its side effects and risks, answer any questions you may have and then finally get your permission to start poisoning you for your own benefit.