(I don't think my family knew I had that much fear. I really tried to hide it. I'm a tough girl.)
I am in charge of the Women's Ministry at my church. The day of my first chemo was the first day of the Ladies Retreat at Petit Jean. I packed my bags the night before, just like I had good sense. I told everyone that I was coming just as soon as chemo was over with. My friends Bev and Becky were waiting for me. They went to the pharmacy and got the medicine that I would need for the weekend. When the chemo was over, Gina took me to Bev's house. We all thought I could do this. I was still under the influence of the drugs from the chemo. I do not remember driving through somewhere and eating on the way. I do not remember the drive to Petit Jean. I remember that I was overwhelmed with love from the Ladies when we got there. I felt pretty good that night. No nausea. I kept waiting "for the other shoe to drop" so to speak. I didn't eat much, and I took all of the medicine that I was supposed to take. I really did very good. My family was worried and made me promise to call. Phone service was poor, so I would go out and stand on a ledge on one foot with my phone up in the air and then I would have a signal. I called home and put them at ease. The first chemo and the Ladies Retreat went quite well.