one down, 5 to go...

Conquering my fear of floral Parker-Knoll chairs I duly went and sat among some very ill patients and awaited the dreaded drugs. Fortunately, they have visitors chairs and Nigel was able to be with me all the way through the procedure. It felt a little like going to the slaughter though, and I realised that as soon as I handed my arm over I would be assaulted with toxic chemicals.
There was a student nurse watching my procedure and the sister asked her why she thought one of the drugs was bright red. After some thought she answered 'is it because it's lethal?'......The sister duly diffused the comment by saying 'Yes it is lethal to the cancer, but that was probably not an appropriate comment to make in front of a patient!!'
Each of the three drugs were administered by injection (into my wonderful line) and took over an hour to give. Each one was preceded with a huge list of symptoms I may feel as it went in- ranging from sore bottom(!!!) to headache, to a feeling of drinking way too much alcohol. Of course, once the thoughts have been placed in your head you sit there waiting for something awful to happen.
Apart from a tight chest and coughing fit I came out realtively OK and managed a 10 min walk up the hill to the car. Once at home the alcohol one kicked in and my faithful servant got me into bed as I was unable to do anything!
Spent the night with waves of nausea and clamminess and a general felling of horrible toxicity, but have woken feeling just woozy and light headed. So, am encouraged to think I may have escaped what can be 3 days of severe nausea and vomiting.
Have been out with Tara and Emily and chosen some pretty scarves, and am picking up my wig this afternoon- so all prepared for the worst.
Will post some pics soon.