? This morning, my attending doctor informed me that I would receive chemotherapy eight times every two weeks from today, and then I would decide the chemotherapy cycle according to my physical condition. After nine o'clock, I lay flat on the bed and started infusion to protect my liver and stomach from vomiting. At about 11: 30, the nurse hung the chemotherapy liquid in a brown plastic bag for me and told me not to talk as much as possible during infusion. If I don't feel well, I can stop for fifteen minutes before continuing.
? The whole infusion process was completed from 9 am to 4: 30 pm. I just lay quietly in bed with my eyes closed and didn't say a word. During the period, there was no other discomfort except feeling groggy and sleepy. I think it may be because I just received the first chemotherapy and my body has not been repeatedly destroyed, so I won't feel so uncomfortable.
? At 7 o'clock in the evening, my nephew brought me dinner. I wolfed down a lot, so I ate very little lunch for fear of vomiting during infusion. In the evening, I was really hungry. It is no exaggeration to say that tonight's dinner is the most delicious meal I have eaten since I entered the hospital. I feel "hehe" in my heart.
? I don't know what kind of adverse reactions my body will have in the days after chemotherapy today, whether I will feel sick and vomit, and I can't eat. I asked the nurse if she would lose her hair for the first time after chemotherapy. The nurse said that some people will lose their hair for the first time, and some may have to wait until the third time, depending on their personal situation, but hair loss is almost a high probability. The bald sisters and patients wandering back and forth in the corridor are the best proof, and I am ready for it. Ugliness is ugliness. Hanging a drainage bag and losing all my hair is my basic image standard in the short term, so I think I am transforming myself into a butterfly.
? These days, I will spend more time in the hospital than at home, with routine examination at both ends in three days, dressing change in five days and membrane change in seven days. I want to travel alone constantly. With the increase of chemotherapy times, my body will become weaker and stronger. All these are things that I have to finish. I have to force myself to have a good rest, eat well and get through it, so that I can live and have the opportunity to hold hands with my son's future growth.
? I will leave the hospital tomorrow and finish the first stage of treatment. I told myself that I had finished the first step, and I did a good job. In the future, I will be stronger and work harder to get through. Although the road ahead is difficult and life and death are uncertain, I am not alone. At least I still have relatives who care about me, so many strange friends who care about me from afar, and tomorrow's sun is waving to me.