Chemo 9.0

I got back from my 9th chemo about an hour ago. It went fine this time, no nausea, desperate bag clutching on the drive home, or anything like that. Mathilde's brother, Jonas, took care of the girls while we were at the hospital. He brought his son Marius, whom Emily and Anna adore, so the kids had a good time. Jonas delayed his vacation in Sweden by a day so he could help out with the kids, which I thought was super nice of him.

I decided to bring the camera with me to chemo so I could give a little insight into what it's like. I actually brought the camera once before a few months ago, but seeing the pictures made me nauseous, so I threw them away. My stomach is stronger now though so I am sure I can take it...I think.

They were fully booked today, so I didn't get my usual chair. The bed is a fine way to go, but has a drawback (drawback coming up).


I only smile like this when there is a camera. Actually, I try to smile at the nurses too, but once I am about an hour into it, it I don't feel much like smiling anymore.

This is the stuff that makes me stop smiling. Four nauseating bags of poison. (I have a bit of a love hate relationship with the chemo drugs).


Sometimes I like to count the drips.


The drawback...



Okay, I think I'll head up to my own bed where my feet don't hangover.