Skip to main content

Ch ... Ch ... Chemo





I was ready. I was prepared.

 The potential side-effect list was long and one I'd had some familiarity when John went through his treatment. 

 So I gathered my arsenal. I had my compazine, zofran and antivan. I had my ginger chewables and chicken noodle soup. I was armed and potentially dangerous.

 So, chemo day with the toxic chemo cocktail starting to do it's job, I envisioned it as either PacMan, eating away at the cancer cells or a Chia Pet, allowing my good cells to thrive. With these visions, (that aren't quite Christmas Eve sugar plums dancing) and tired from the chemo, I went to bed early.

 Friday, under the watchful eye of my caregiving hubby, I slept most of the day away. Not really hungry but not nauseous either. I spent the majority of the day horizontal on the couch listening to my book on Audible (despite the sleep timer, I probably missed 1/3 of what I 'read'), dozing, answering calls and texts, and snacking. 

 Perhaps the highlight of the day, and the fact that this was a highlight just goes to show how mundane was the day, was when the Nuelasta OnPro thingy (not an official name in case you're wondering, though don't you wish the drug companies would create easier or more descriptive names, like White Blood Cell enabler for Nuelasta or Joy Ride for Viagra or Happy Day for Effexor?!) was scheduled to inject 27 post-chemo hours. John and I waited expectantly for the beeps and flashing lights and injection. I saw John check the time a couple times, since we knew it was to happen around 7:30 pm. And when the lights flashed and beeps sounded, we looked at the thingy and then resumed watching our show. An hour later our excitement was done when the injection was complete. We know how to live, you know what I mean?!

 Saturday, was a repeat Friday sans the excitement of the Nuelasta.

 Sunday, another repeat with a little more energy. And I finished the book, "The Woman Inside" by E.G. Scott. (Similar to "Girl on the Train" and "Something in the Water", suspense novel with the a married couple as protagonists). 

 Throughout the weekend, I took some of the prescriptions as a prophylactic and had NO nausea. Was it the medicine?

 Thank God!!! Prayers answered.

 The nurse practitioner, Alecia, from the High Risk clinic said that some people go through chemo easily and others have every possible complication. I pray that the rest of this round (next one February 7) go as smoothly!!

 Next on my list is the CT scan tomorrow and then blood work on Thursday. In the meantime, I will stay home start another book get ready for my WW Workshops this week and look out at the snow globe.
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

It's not a popularity contest, but ...

Francis of Assisi would run away from home if he lived here!

The title might be a bit extreme - Francis might just go to his room and shut the door and put a pillow over his head to silence the 'noise'. I have done that on occasion. And not because I have toddlers, or a kid that plays the drums or even really loud kids - it's because I live in a house where there is one lawyer, one law school student, and two more potential lawyers. And me - the one singing "Let there be peace on earth . . ." The other four Piggins family members enjoy debating. Sometimes, I think for the sake of the debate. John, Michael, Matthew and Delaney seem to really like these 'discussions'. For instance, we were watching a television show recently - I cannot even recall which one, but it seemed fairly bland - when one of the barrister Piggins made a comment that inspired disagreement from another barrister Piggins. That inspired another from another. And then one more from another until the four of them were debating on some point that wa...
Post a Comment
Read more

You don't know me . . .

I stopped blogging for awhile. I know some might think that I was being lazy, or overly-involved in some community or school venture or in the middle of some really good books or projects. While all of those are true, that's not the main reason. I stopped because it felt strange to be somewhere and have someone refer to something I wrote. It was like they knew a secret about me (though secrets are not usually published on the Web) that I hadn't shared with them. Though in reality I had shared because I wrote it on the blog.  Truth be told, I don't know who reads this - I have a smattering of followers but a lot more readers. Blogger lets me see how many page views for each posting and I can even tell the referral site. The most I have had for any post was 152 and I've had readers from as far away as New Zealand (thank you Gretchen) and Alaska. Most readers are referred through Facebook. I know that if I were more diligent, I could market the crap out of the blog ...
Post a Comment
Read more

WWJD?

What would Jesus do? I love to ponder that question when faced with a difficult or challenging decision. Like many of you, I had one of the WWJD wristbands and it worked as a great visual, moral compass. In situations like: "Should I start swearing at the driver of the car going 55 in the left lane of an interstate with a posted speed limit of 70 with the three little Piggins in the back seats of my mini-van?" First, even though Jesus never had a mini-van or children for that matter (unless you read or watched 'The Da Vinci Code' and follow the story line of Mary Magdalene being the wife of Jesus ... boy did I digress!), I'm pretty sure in this case, Jesus would not have sworn and certainly not thought awful thoughts about some idiot that didn't know that the left lane was for passing ... or how about a situation like this: You're in the express check out lane at the grocery story with the granola bars you promised to bring to your son and his team...
Post a Comment
Read more