...and lift off

No aborted launch today. I took my chemotherapy pills. I decided that even though I felt a little icky, I was probably okay enough to proceed. I am on chemo. I am a cancer patient. (Well, DUH - I've been a cancer patient for over a month now, but another reality sinks in...)

Part of me wants to put on a baseball cap and look like one of those cute little cancer kids. Part of me is a little surprised at how simple this process was. Took some pills according to a schedule. There was (of course) no magic thundering in my body or anything like that. Nothing really scary. No drama. Just swallowed the pills. I'm on chemo. The first of 42 days. It could help prolong my life, at least longer than it would be without treatment. It could maybe help bring about the miracle (sometimes God works through natural means or through the inspired work of other people). And on the other hand, based on the informed consent information, it could kill me. But hopefully not that last one.

No side effects yet, but, hey - it's been less than an hour since I took the pills! I just hope and pray that this chemo will be as effective as possible while preserving the healthy functions of my body.