No More "Red Death"

Word on the street is that this stuff is called the "Red Death". I get it and understand why. Here is a typical chemo treament. By the way, Epirubicin is only 1/3 of the chemo cocktail that I get...I just hate it the most.

Lauren Towers...aka the uni-bomber hoodrat, heading to chemotherapy to get the "red death" for the last time.

I try not to look to much...but this how they access my port. You guys, blood comes from there. Grody.

I cannot even look at "push" I.V. connections without getting nauseous and faint. I went to visit a friend in the hospital who was getting some muscle relaxer pushed through a connection like this in her I.V. and almost passed out. Is that PTSD? Anyway, this is the stuff that nightmares of made of. I cannot begin to tell you how much I detest this stuff.

This is how I roll during chemo. Kindle...headphones...and beanie. Does my face look symmetrical to you? Maybe I should bring that up with Dr. Rosenberg...haha!