Today I learned that I have 16 weeks of pre-surgery chemotherapy ahead of me.
But first, I have to have an echocardiogram to check if my heart can handle it ... and then I have to have a "port" inserted under my skin to enable injection of chemicals.
Because of the treatment, my hair will fall out. I may puke. I will be exhausted.
I will get more details at tomorrow's "chemo class," after which I get to meet with a financial person to figure out if we are going to be impoverished by this whole thing.
So, no surgery right away, but plenty to keep me on the edge of panic right into 2017.
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