Between chemotherapy infusions the technicians religiously took blood samples from me like overeager vampire bats. The blood attracts were performed to find out if my crimson- and white-blood-cell counts were too low for me to be handled. As a result of my blood was being checked so often, my good arm (the one without the lymph nodes removed from the armpit) was feeling the results of these further pokes in addition to the I.V. pricks. Thankfully, my veins did not collapse.
Aside from conventional foodstuffs, neurotransmitter therapy complements the barrage of rehabilitation options given to new sufferers to extend the …