Another thing we didn’t know about cancer before my wife started chemotherapy for breast cancer is that patients will probably need a couple of blood transfusions before the ordeal is over.
I figured transfusions were a part of having leukemia but not breast cancer. I should have realized this since chemotherapy screams around with the entire body while killing the cancer. So far my wife has needed two transfusions. It’s not as gruesome as County Dracula chomping down on a neck but rather a tedious process of watching the blood slowly drip in through the same port in her chest which is also used to inject the chemo cocktails into her body. And it’s kept frozen before anyone needs it, so my wife learned to call ahead so the staff can take a bag or two out of the freezer. Oh, and the patient has to go to the hospital for the transfusion. This isn’t a one-stop operation. At least it gives them time to thaw out the blood.

This is why the staff also checks the patient’s blood count before each session so therapy can begin on a high note.
“Congratulations! You only have to endure two-to-three hours hooked up to a tube instead of four to six!”