Christina starts chemotherapy this morning at 8:30. It's her D-Day. The doctors have tested, probed and analyzed her for nearly two months. It's go time! I would like to say that we both slept great and we are not worried. That would be a lie. Two of her close friends and I went wig shopping yesterday in SF. That wasn't on my bucket list going into 2015. Lingerie shopping with her? Yep. Wig shopping? Not so much.
The staff at UCSF has been amazing to her. Lots of communication from nurses, her oncologist and the head of the cancer research center. It helps. Her first treatment includes a cocktail of drugs including a very strong one. The plan is to adjust the cocktail each session to see which blend works best at killing the cells. I was hoping that she got the IPA blend with a hint of 18 year old scotch. Doubtful.
Just as the old saying goes "there are no atheist in a fox hole," I don't believe there are many of them going through cancer treatment either. When you get the news, all the B.S. in your life is pushed aside. There's no time for it. The boys on Omaha Beach had one objective on June 6th, 1944. Get off the beach alive. We also have a singular focus. Get rid of this cancer forever! The ramps are coming down in a few hours. Wish us luck, pray for her health and we'll see you all inland someday:)
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