My chemo regiment is aggressive, sure, but it'll be over in a month. Seriously. One month is all I have to endure. I can't imagine dealing with this cytoxan shit any longer than that. Remember, I've only had one treatment, and it's nearly impossible for me to complain because of all the shit I'd start spewing and then get too tired or nauseated to continue and finish. Discarded rants would pollute everything, and might subsequently poison the resolve of someone else. I flatter myself, of course, by thinking that anyone would actually care about what I have to say.
I'm just saying, though, that whoever has to go through a treatment like cytoxan, or some other chemotherapy, is one tough motherfucker. I barely have the energy to type this because I really just want to be asleep. There's an idea I can make happen...
R
--BTW, I also have to give myself injections of Neupogen, which are unbelievably easy compared to those of Avonex (see picture of sadistically long needle below), for a week to boost my production of stem cells. Compared to Avonex, Neupogen is a piece of cake. These needles look comically small next to the huge one I've used for the former. Think a mosquito bite versus a pile driver.
Now I deal with this
instead of this
