The routine is blood work first. I turned my head and held tissues over my eyes until the kind nurse was completely done accessing my port, even though this time only hurt for a second. She told me I did great and I shrugged. She said, "No. Look at me. LOOK at me (pointing to her eyes). You did fantastic. Say it." I was laughing by then and dutifully said, "I did fantastic." I quickly offloaded the bag of blood samples she'd handed me to my husband so I wouldn't have to look at them as we walked them to the lab. Fortunately, my WBC was within range, so I was good to go for that round of chemo.
I know my worst days for this round are still ahead, but I also know I'll get through it. The weirdest part? Seeing my balding head in the mirror and thinking about how much I look like my Dad.