Party: Started.

The new team was a complete 180 from Witch Industries. The doctor sat me down and went over the course of treatment. Instead of three six-hour days every week for six weeks, which the Wicked Witch prescribed, I'd have three solid days of chemo and then 2-3 weeks off. The sessions would probably last a little longer, but I'd have time to recuperate inbetween sessions. With that, we were off.

I felt like a kid on his first day of school. A whole new environment, new people and a room I'd be spending a lot of time in for the next few months. The room was about half full of old people, all tethered to IVs. I was easily the youngest one there. It was a little anticlimatic -- nobody was running for the bathroom or writhing in agony. They just sat there, working on crossword puzzles, talking to their neighbors, watching TV or reading.

The nurses welcomed me and helped me get comfortable in the pleather recliner. First I'd get a bag full of some anti-nausea medicine. Then the chemo, then a bag of saline to help flush the chemo out of my system. We were off to the races.