Day Zero: that's what they call it. The superchemo's all gone in (days minus 5 to minus 2) with an extra day just to keep throwing up everything.
Today they bust out that bag of hard-earned half-frozen stem cells and shoot 'em on into me so I can start to recover. Or commence what my doctor calls "the crappy phase." I guess both things are true.
If there's somehow a drop of cancer left in this wretched body, or a cell of it in that bloody bag, I am fucked.
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