Heather
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The day arrived for Heather’s first chemotherapy treatment. She’d had to wait a couple of extra days for her infection to pass and for her blood levels to be high enough to support the infusions she was about to start. Her mother called for a taxi and the three of them piled in. Kyle held Heather’s hand. Strangely embarrassed at her mother seeing, she pulled away but touched Kyle’s arm and smiled at him.
Kyle and her mom had gone with her to a class the week before with one of the chemo nurses. They were told what to expect during Heather’s treatments. Heather had felt mildly reassured by the information, but it didn’t stop her heart from racing now.
She touched the chest port site below her clavicle. It was sore. Two days ago, she’d undergone outpatient surgery to have it i
