First round of chemotherapy for my mother is tomorrow.
Two weeks on, one week off.
10:15 am (I would really like to know what drug they slipped me to get me to agree to setting up the appointment for that fucking early in the morning).
I'm nervous as hell, but covering it up rather nicely.
Oh, and my mother had all her hair cut off the other day, in anticipation of it falling out due to the chemo. She now looks like Mia Farrow in Rosemary's Baby, which the Engineer finds very sexy.
Wish us luck?
We need it.