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Okay… it’s the night before the 2nd chemotherapy treatment. I’m feeling very anxious as the plan is to use the port tomorrow. I’m about 95% sure that the doctor is right and it will all work fine. But obviously not completely convinced. I know they will want me to take something for anxiety but I don’t really want anything that will mask pain as that is my best indicator that things aren’t right.
Oh, and even with the cold cap, my hair started falling out on Sunday. Not much, so it may be just what is expected, but I guess I’ll find out over the next few days. The cold cap was pretty painful last time so I don’t know whether I want it to work or not. I wouldn’t be devastated if it didn’t work but I’d rather know sooner than later. It was as much to spare the kids as anything else. I told them that if I went bald that I might get my head tattooed with henna – mixed responses at that!
Well, by this time tomorrow I’ll know how the port worked and I’ll no doubt be feeling awful. I seem to be missing some positivity in these last posts. Chemotherapy is not fun.