This is what I know when I'm going in for chemo. I know I'm going in on a Monday night to get my first of six bags that will be spaced apart by 12 hours. I know going in that by Wednesday afternoon I will be praying that the last two bags go by as fast as possible so that the physical pain will stop. It's at this point that my chest will start to hurt if I exert myself or try to take a deep breath. It's not excruciating but it doesn't go away and it only gets worse with more chemo. I know that if I make it through all six bags of chemo that I will feel fairly sick and most probably spike a fever somewhere in there which will cause my Thursday morning departure to turn into a Friday departure. But that's ok because I know that by that weekend, I will have started to develop a rash. This rash will be the most itchy, uncomfortable annoying rash that I've ever known and will last about a week. By the time the rash is gone, it'll be about two weeks since chemo started and my blood levels will start to plummet. At this point I will start to feel like nothing more than a big pile of dog poo. I will spend most of my time in bed watching the shadows pass on my walls and feeling content doing such strenuous activities. Chances are good that my medical team will pull me into the clinic for a few overnighters. To match my physical health, my emotional health will take a nose dive too. I will start to have more questions than bits of wisdom and far more tears than either. My depression will slowly start to ebb as time goes on and my physical health starts to improve. At this point we're talking about 4 or 5 weeks from that faithful Monday night.. And now I'd be getting my self mentally ready for my next round of chemo.. to take place Monday night.