My father and I arrived early in the morning at Roswell Park. First I had to get my blood work done, then go to see my lovely Oncologist. I was scheduled to see her at 9:40 am and start my chemo at 2:30. The office staff were surprised that my time slot for chemo was so late in the day, they were not satisfied with it. So instead of starting my ever, so anticipated attack later in the afternoon, I would be in my chemo chair by NOON. My anxiety went through the roof at this point. I was in no rush to start this deadly attack on my body, but my doctor insisted.

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