I had my first chemo on Friday (Dec. 30) and this is the first chance I've felt well enough to even sit up let alone type. Chemo day was pretty uneventful. We got to the chemo "suite" and I was taken to a reclining chair. A volunteer came by with warm blankets and chocolate, a good start. My nurse started to run an IV of fluids to get me hydrated and Kurt and I met with the pharmacist and the CCAC worker. All was well until I saw my nurse coming towards me in a biohazard suit, thick plastic gloves, face shield, goggles and hat. She was carrying various vials and IVS all packaged with a biohazard sticker. I looked at her and said, "Seriously.....you have to wear all that and you're going to put this into my vein?!". She told me how toxic is was. GREAT...feeling a bit anxious at this point. In about an hour and a half I was done my first chemo and we left.
I felt fine and so we stopped at the store and got some groceries and foods that I thought would be good to have on hand to eat (yeah right......stay tuned). I got a much needed hug from my mom's friend who we saw in the grocery store and felt pretty good. I ate a chicken cesear salad - not the best choice - for lunch and went to have a nap. Then it started.....by 2:30pm I was violently ill and it remained that way until 11:30pm. I couldn't even roll over in bed without being so nauseous I'd throw up. It was horrible!!!
Day 2 found me in bed all day sleeping off and on and throwing up less then the day before but still throwing up. If there's one thing I HATE more then anything else is throwing up. Kurt took the boys to a birthday party in the morning so I could sleep and to the family New Years eve party late afternoon. He's become Mr. Mom through all this and doing so well with it all. I managed to eat a banana and popsicle for "dinner" and a cup of tea. Kurt managed to figure out that every time I took my "rescue nausea" med I'd throw up so I stopped taking that one and just took a gravol last night and finally slept.
Day 3 today I feel a bit more normal. I've managed to drink more and eat some toast and banana and keep it down. I'm exhausted today and just feel really weak. The boys are at my parents for the day as they were climbing the walls here. The nurse came today to teach Kurt how to inject me with a needle to keep my white blood count up. Not the most pleasant thing to have a needle in your stomach but he did well for his first time.
Overall my experience has not been a positive one and I'm going to be calling on Tuesday to see if I can get new meds for the next round. I'm not to excited to think about feeling horrible again and again through all my treatments. I know they'll be able to switch things around. For now I wait for the bone pain to kick in from the needle that I got today. It's all worth it in the end and I just keep telling myself that I can do anything for 4 months if it means I get 40+ years with my kids in the end.
Happy New Year to everyone. 2012 will be our year!!!
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