One more infusion will get me to the free week of series two, except that it’s no longer free. It will be free from shots, but since I’m tolerating the meds well, I’m instructed to continue the thalidomide through the free weeks.
The self administered shots leave red patches on my stomach. They’re starting to resemble a camouflage pattern but I suppose its really chemouflage.
The needle is actually short and small. I told the nurse she could stand at the edge of the carpet in the Chemo lounge, and I would stand by my chair and hold my shirt up. She could test her skill and toss it like a dart. Liability is such a big wet blanket that spoils so much fun.
