It wasn't thymoglobulin Friday. It was cladribine.

You know you're doing serious chemotherapy, even more serious than the Arsenic Trioxide (otherwise known as the "last ditch" chemotheraphy, is when your nurse has to put on a hazmat suit to give it to you. But it is nothing like the Cladribine. It took two transfusions of packed red cells and other lengthy preparations to begin the infusion. I don't think it was much before 11pm before the final button was pushed. Melba, my nurse, and I high-fived. Then she went around putting up warning/chemo signs everywhere. My only problem with it was a headache. And not enough Atavan (oh, what a wonderful drug).

Today's adventure, which I think is with both a six-hour infusion of thymoglobin and a two hour infusion of Cladribine, plus more transfusions of packed red cells, will probably be more difficult. I think there are three more days of these two before the Melphalan whack on Tuesday.