I was pretty darn nervous when I arrived for my first chemo treatment. I got there early enough to pick out a “good” seat. I chose the chair in the far corner of the room. It seemed more private to me and there was an office chair nearby where my husband could sit and keep me company.
It didn’t take long for all the other chairs to fill up. There were women of all ages, and stages of cancer, in for their treatments. I was the new kid on the block and by the end of the day I was making new friends.
Chemo is a scary word, but the actual procedure isn’t so bad. I decided I needed a new name for my treatments. My daughter dubbed it “Club C” … the perfect name for it! We are all members of the same club and have banded together to encourage, support, and cheer each other on.
Turns out, chemo’s not so bad after all.