June 12 marked my "chemoversary." It was one year ago, that I reluctantly walked up the stairs of the cancer center to the chemo suite. I was scared. I was mad. I was unsure of the choice I had made. It was one of the worst feelings of my life, right along with May 12.
I made it though chemo and thought all was good. Then a year ago today I ended up in the hospital with nutropenia (which means I had no white blood cells). I had horrible mouth sores and I was very, very sick. And very, very mad.
