So like I said nothing goes as planned. The first time I went in to the hospital, in house as they like to call it, I was so upset about having to be there, and having to have this treatment. My dad went with me, we had a small bag packed. The nice thing is you don’t have to wear a gown, you can wear your own clothes. I always picked soft leggings, a tank top and a zip up sweatshirt, that way all you have to do is take off the sweatshirt for a nurse to be able to access your port. Plus I hate gowns! Talk about degrading. So we go in and the room is small there’s a recliner for my dad and a hospital bed and a bathroom. When you’re going through chemo you will almost always have your own room because you have no immune system. So the nurse comes in and accesses my port, again always say yes to lidocaine. They start with 1 bag of saline and a bag of chemotherapy, it takes 4 hours to complete. I was anxious so I didn’t sleep this time. Once the bag was done they kept coming in to check on me, they are checking for a reaction. I was waiting for a new bag to start but the nurse said they wouldn’t be starting one until the next day, um ok can I leave then? Nope! So frustrating! So the next day I get chemo all day, slow drip, and for the next 2 days, so what I was told was that I would be in house for 3 days, but it was actually 5 days and oh well if you want to go home and this wasn’t what you were told, sorry, your connected to a tube and a machine. One night a nurse came in with a giant syringe full of bright red fluid. This is rituximab, it can be extremely dangerous because of the reactions some people have to it, so the first time you get it, it’s delivered by hand extremely slowly under the supervision of a nurse, so she sat next to my bed and slowly injected this bright red fluid into my iv tube. My dad and I sat there talking to her about where she was from etc. Afterwards I was really tired, but didn’t have a bad reaction so that was the only time that drug would be delivered like that, from there on out it was put in a brown IV bag, apparently it’s sensitive to light. 24 more hours in the hospital, and although I was terrified the whole time about the spinal tap, they decided not to do it this time. I was so relieved. Finally after 5 days I got to check out. I would have to go back in 16 days but you can’t focus on that. Time to go home and spend the next week throwing up pretty much all day and being exhausted. Thank God I had my parents, I wouldn’t have made it without them.