Chemo starts. I'm scared and excited too - is that wrong?

The chemo team finally arrived in the 'unclean' ward that I was in.  There were no bells ringing  or ash scattering hags wailing 'unclean, unclean' mind you, which I suppose was a bonus although the drama could have been quite entertaining . They were fully confident of my side room hygiene given that I'd been nursed as I've said before with the vigour of a team of lionesses minding their cubs, by the wonderful team on Kennett ward. 

Thank goodness they arrived when they did - God only knows what other trouble I could have found myself in if I'd been left there hanging about much longer.  I could have multi-coloured tags by then;

• danger of unidentified flying things
• danger of smart arseness overload
• ideas/thoughts welcome here people ....

The Chemo team were lovely.   Experienced, gentle individuals who reassured at every turn.

They were only able to provide the C.H.O.P parts of the treatment given the environment, there is an R part too - (we all do love an acronym don't we - doesn't matter where we work!), but that was not going to hold them back - oh no, they'd sallied forth this far out of their comfort zone - they were going as far as they could!

I was prepped i.e. are you comfortable, then lean back and relax, at which point they started pumping all sorts of lymphoma fighting goodness into me.  Kevin supported by doing Rocky type fighting moves pretending to be the good v. the bad battle inside me.  All very inspiring - he's surprisingly light on his feet you know, as those who have seen him throw a few shapes on the dance floor over the years will have noted.

The treatment was fine.  I mentioned a funny taste in my mouth at one stage, thinking uh oh, this can't be good and the fine piece of medical recommendation we received was to pop a fruit gum into my mouth.  Again, Kevin excelled in this role.

And that was it.

No nausea, then or later.  No poorliness, then or later.  Just a little tired afterwards.  Since then I've carried on the same - no nausea and definitely no loss of appetite!  This whole image of me being removed through the side window a la the mother in 'What's eating Gilbert Grape' is still looking a distinct possibility, so ease off on the choccy based gifts all. ;-)

I realise this treatment is unlikely to stay this straightforward, but long may it last if so.