We met with Nereida who is in charge of the clinical trial at Huntsman. We agreed to participate in the trial and signed the necessary papers to get approval for that. I had to have an EKG done as well as some blood drawn to make sure that I qualify for the study. She also took me over to see the infusion room after we were through. I don't think I was emotionally prepared for that. All I saw in that room were people about twice my age who all looked sick. I did not feel like that was a place that I belonged. One of the nurses introduced herself to us and was answering a few questions about a port (I still hadn't made up my mind about getting one yet). The nurse then asked me when I would be starting my treatment and we said probably in the next week or two and then I lost it at that point. DH noticed me tearing up and grabbed my hand as we left the room. We then parted our ways with Nereida and she said she would be in contact with us as soon as everything was approved (or not) and hopefully have a starting treatment date of either the following Wednesday or at the latest, the Monday after that. She was hoping to hear by Monday if I would be accepted into the trial.