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I was ready. I was prepared.

 The potential side-effect list was long and one I'd had some familiarity when John went through his treatment. 

 So I gathered my arsenal. I had my compazine, zofran and antivan. I had my ginger chewables and chicken noodle soup. I was armed and potentially dangerous.

 So, chemo day with the toxic chemo cocktail starting to do it's job, I envisioned it as either PacMan, eating away at the cancer cells or a Chia Pet, allowing my good cells to thrive. With these visions, (that aren't quite Christmas Eve sugar plums dancing) and tired from the chemo, I went to bed early.

 Friday, under the watchful eye of my caregiving hubby, I slept most of the day away. Not really hungry but not nauseous either. I spent the majority of the day horizontal on the couch listening to my book on Audible (despite the sleep timer, I probably missed 1/3 of what I 'read'), dozing, answering calls and texts, and snacking. 

 Perhaps the highlight of the day, and the fact that this was a highlight just goes to show how mundane was the day, was when the Nuelasta OnPro thingy (not an official name in case you're wondering, though don't you wish the drug companies would create easier or more descriptive names, like White Blood Cell enabler for Nuelasta or Joy Ride for Viagra or Happy Day for Effexor?!) was scheduled to inject 27 post-chemo hours. John and I waited expectantly for the beeps and flashing lights and injection. I saw John check the time a couple times, since we knew it was to happen around 7:30 pm. And when the lights flashed and beeps sounded, we looked at the thingy and then resumed watching our show. An hour later our excitement was done when the injection was complete. We know how to live, you know what I mean?!

 Saturday, was a repeat Friday sans the excitement of the Nuelasta.

 Sunday, another repeat with a little more energy. And I finished the book, "The Woman Inside" by E.G. Scott. (Similar to "Girl on the Train" and "Something in the Water", suspense novel with the a married couple as protagonists). 

 Throughout the weekend, I took some of the prescriptions as a prophylactic and had NO nausea. Was it the medicine?

 Thank God!!! Prayers answered.

 The nurse practitioner, Alecia, from the High Risk clinic said that some people go through chemo easily and others have every possible complication. I pray that the rest of this round (next one February 7) go as smoothly!!

 Next on my list is the CT scan tomorrow and then blood work on Thursday. In the meantime, I will stay home start another book get ready for my WW Workshops this week and look out at the snow globe.
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