Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to chemo I go

It's chemo day. I have these every two weeks, and I've been through dozens in the past three years, enough that I've lost count.

While I know what to expect, it never gets easier. Chemotherapy is not something your body gets used to. Side effects and symptoms get progressively worse. The two-week breaks are necessary because my immune system gets hammered and has to recover. I'm normal enough after 14 days to take another pounding.

So I'm packing up my big metal barf bowl, a bunch of pills, and my warm gloves for the chemo-induced peripheral neuropathy, and heading down to the B.C. Cancer agency today. Woo-hoo.

At least it seems to be doing something.