When it was time for Taxol to come in (that’s the drug that will be making all my hair fall off, and the first of the hardcore chemicals), I put on music. I chose my Pan Am compilation, and boy did it feel good, what with it’s traveling mood. I was imagining Taxol traveling through my veins, finding its way to my right ovary where my mucinous cystadeno-carcinoma is located, and as the song was changing to a more bluesy, slow tune, I was imagining an attack in slow motion.
So far my body is reacting well to the chemo. No vomiting side effects. Maybe the soundtrack helped…
It's a wrap with a swing!
Could we have your potatoes?
So the challenge begins...
High. Higher. And Even Higher.