The Neupogen worked like a champ, and my blood counts were back in the acceptable range. The first nurse poked and prodded in a couple of places and decided that someone with more experience could perhaps do a better job. She was right, sort of. The second nurse found a vein on the second try, and I was finished in an hour.
Just to keep things in the proper perspective, the guy in the chair next to me was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, which has a one to two percent survival rate. I think of people like him when I feel like Joe Btfsplk. I don’t really have it so bad.
Only three sessions to go.
