My first chemotherapy session came around the first week of January. Once I got in the hospital, I had no idea what was about happen. There was a bunch of things I had no idea about. Still in denial, I walked in that hospital like a champ; no worries whatsoever. I just tried to block everything out and just focused on getting ready to come home. The first day came along and I got hooked up to the I.V. to start receiving medication. I could feel the ice cold liquid running through my veins. The first night was hell and I could not go through three more days of this, but I knew I had to in order to get back to living normally. It was nauseating and I had a hard time sleeping. The second day was better since they lowered my doses of chemo and
