On October 21st, I started my first cycle of chemotherapy.
At 20-years-old, or any age for that matter, you'll never be ready for chemo. I sat down in my hospital room (which is awesome by the way--surround sound, a huge TV and mini fridge) and had my dad bring some Little Ceasar's. I got acquainted and said "Well, let's get this party started."
The first part of the treatment is not considered chemotherapy. It is an injection of antibodies called Rituxan to alert my body to start fighting off the cancer. About 70% of patients have a reaction to it, and lo and behold, so did I. I had what they call "rigers." This consisted of me uncontrollably shaking and shivering for about 20 minutes. It was pretty scary, but they got it under control, adjusted the dose and we haven't had any more issues with it.
Then, I started the cocktail bag of chemotherapy. It is infused into my body through a pick line. I haven't felt anything and it has been going extremely well. They say it's usually after the chemotherapy when your blood levels are low that it hits you. I'll deal with that if and when it comes.
Here is my awesome room!