I’ve been at the hospital from 10am-5pm today. I met with my Oncologist before my infusion. I had a list of questions for him and was able to get them all answered. I was worried that since my daughter was in utero in 2013, she was exposed to my cancerous cells. I was reassured that she will be (and is) okay.
One of the many side effects with my chemo is nausea. I have four medications to choose from, and the Doctor sorted out which ones to use first. If I wanted, I could take one of each, within a six hour time frame. I am covered!
I was able to choose which chair to have during my infusion; I chose the corner seat with the most sunlight. The first needle prick in my port stung for a minute, like a bee sting (but I’ve never been stung by a bee before). That’s all the pain I had. There were lovely nurses who all have been working as a team for ten years together. Dawne sat with me the whole time; we played a few iPad games (Ticket to Ride & Boogle), talked, laughed and ate lunch.
The nurses said I will be very chatty in the next 48hrs, so if you get a call from me…. just a warning. This is caused by a steroid they gave me. Saturday, on the other hand, I will be at my worst; from a “steroid crash”. Hmmmm, I wonder what that means… Some of you have seen my “worst”, here is another warning.
I’ll tell you all about the pump that’s attached to my port, (that is slowly dispensing medicine in me for the next 48hrs) tomorrow. I am tired, goodnight!