So with the baby still growing in my fallopian tube it was time to kick treatment into high gear. Friday afternoon I went to the oncology clinic and got a shot of Methotrexate, a chemotherapy drug. The people at the clinic were super nice and helpful, which is a nice change from my ob's office. It was a little awkward sitting in the waiting room with all the old people and having them give me pity looks. I wanted to shout out, "I don't have cancer, you don't need to feel sorry for me." Not cause I don't like pity, just not from the more pitiful. The scary part was the actual injection. It was supposed to be one shot, but they broke it into two for some reason. The sucker was neon yellow. I usually don't mind shots, always preferable to getting blood drawn, but neon yellow! It was not a color found in nature. I have a wicked bruise on one hip, which I like to show Jeff every time it gets darker, and I feel like crap. I keep waiting to see if my hair will fall out, which they say is possible. I am asking now, who among you will shave your hair in solidarity with me?
