Jube 5, 2007, WASHINGTON (Reuters) - I felt anxious and slightly sick to my stomach as I stared at the nurse, who had just donned a blue smock and thick gloves and had carefully covered all exposed skin — mine and hers.
She picked up one of the two huge syringes and began slowly injecting the bright red liquid into the tube attached to my vein.
I could feel it being pushed into my blood system and move through my body.
I tried to breathe deeply and not get worried about the tightness in my chest. Then the nurse injected the second syringe-full.
So this is chemotherapy, I thought.