This is kind of a moot point now. I’m only writing it because I promised myself I would.
Chemo = Friday
Started out WAY too early after having gotten home so late from the MRI the night before.
We got there. It was the normal hustle and bustle of daytime.
Made it to the Infusion Center on the second floor. It is always a bit surreal going in this place. There are sick people. I mean SICK people, and I’m counted as one of them.
I mean, I don’t have cancer, but neither does every single person here. I still have a very rare disease, that, if we’re being honest, can kill me at any time it wants.
I don’t mean to be melodramatic, but all it would take is one misplaced, closed vessel, and my breathing would stop … Or my heart would stop … Or some other life-threatening occurance would happen.
I digress …
Duke does its best to try to make it cheery. We all get to sit in these recliners (I had a bed last time. They are usually reserved for the pregnant or really elderly).
Most of the nurses are cheery, and the patients even get warmed-up blankets … If you aren’t lucky enough to bring your own special blanket from home (It really makes the experience better! You can’t imagine the comfort that comes from having a cozy blanket of your own with you!).
Those lucky enough not to have an infusion port get to play the waiting game for their IV insertion and blood work completion. Blood work and labs are collected each time, to make sure I’m healthy enough to receive the poison … I mean chemo.
Finally, after what seems an eternity, I got a 500ml bag of normal saline, followed by … In my case … Cytoxan, followed by another 500ml bag of saline.
Luckily (does sarcasm translate to blogese?) I developed a reaction this time to the Cytoxan. I got flushed (pink) and nauseated. So I had the privilege of getting a Zofran injection and waiting another 30-45 minutes before they could restart the infusion.
After they restarted the infusion, it was pretty smooth-sailing, as much as being tethered in place to an IV poison infusion can be considered smooth sailing. All told, we were gone from the house about 9 hours on Friday. I got lucky. I go once a month. While there, I heard a lady who was there again, who had just been infused the day before. I can thank God that wasn’t my case!
I did, and still do, feel awful the days following (I had felt pretty normal after the first time). I do, however get tired of telling people I feel awful, so if you ask, be prepared for, “I feel fine!” It’s a lie, but at least it’s a happy one that people like to hear.
I’m really not in the right frame-of-mind to be writing this in my normal “no-worries” attitude. I’m still trying to recover, and get back that “can-do” attitude. It’s tough today, I’m not going to lie. But, I know all of you are behind me with love and prayers, and that helps!
*** On a side note, my parents got “the call” in the middle of the night Sunday. My SIL is extremely close to the birth of my new nephew. Pray for my parents as they rush to Texas, and for the whole family surrounding the birth! We are all rooting for you PEKOE!!