Every 4 weeks I visit my oncologist just to check in and make sure my meds are treating me OK (they haven't been, but that is a whole different story that you don't want to hear about...trust me). After the appointment with my doctor, I then have my shot, or should I say capsule, shoved into my belly. The capsule then disolves over the next 4 weeks ensuring my ovaries don't work and i don't produce estrogen. All of this isn't too big of a deal. What gets me sad and a bit teary eyed is that I thought when i was done with chemo I would never have to step foot in the room where chemo is administered. Not so much. It's a nice room and all, but i don't really have found memories of it. So, much to my dismay, I have to step foot into that room every 4 weeks for the next 3-5 years. Awesome. I am not sure I will ever get used to the feeling of walking into the chemo room. I guess I should buy a super size pack of Kleenexes.
On the plus side, I did lose 3 pounds between my last appointment and today's appointment. That's a positive, right?
