To all those who offered up their prayers to me, they worked!

[Bender2]

I went to my radiation and chemo treatments scared to death. Good old Greg Allen drove me there and back and I will give him a gold star for his efforts.

I had a lot of pain holding my arms back while in the infernal radiation machine that whirled about me shooting left over parts of the Little Boy bomb at my cancer. Yet the good meds the doc gave me kicked in and the pain did not last very long after I got out the radiation's grip and put my arms down.

Then 30 minutes later I was in the chair for my chemo. My pucker factor was on high alert but the pin that went into my Bard Power Port hardly hurt at all.

Nurse Carrie stared the drip and I laid back with a book to try and read while I expected to shortly be puking up a storm over everything in creation.

Then--

Then--

Then nothing really happened. I sat there for near four hours while the nurses dripped different chemo drugs into my port.

I kept reading and every time they asked how I was, I said, "Okay."

I kept awaiting the "Big N" but the nausea never came. I felt a little bloated but nothing else that my fear has me feeling--

The nurse told me to stay well hydrated as it would really help. Brother am I going to stay hydrated!

After it was over I made it out to get in Greg's truck for a ride home. He asked how I was and I said, "Better than I ever expected to be!"

Now I am at home after taking just as a precaution, one of the anti-nausea pills. I've eaten a banana and washing down some crackers with cold water and all seems well.

[JoeFromSidney]

Prayers up.