Today was ugly in SoCal. We’ve come out of our drought the same way a roller coaster goes down that first hill–too damn fast!
Hillsides are sliding. Some roads are blocked by boulders others water.
I was ready for a bad drive, but traffic was light as I headed down the 405 and 55 to Newport Beach. Today was my last chemo in round one. Radiation is next, then round two.
My catheter port (the alien in my chest) still gives me the heebee jeebees. Before I left home I applied numbing cream over it then covered it with plastic wrap from the kitchen.
Either it worked or my port has enough scar tissue that it’s become “senseless!” Zero pain.
The first step on chemo day is a couple of vials for my blood test. Am I healthy enough to get poisoned?
While Nurse Kelly took it to the lab I fell asleep. I would have slept through the entire session except she came back to hand me the results. I napped more through the steroids and my chemo drug, Gemzar.
Through the session bags of liquid were being dripped into my body. Net result: chemo means peeing! It’s a bit of a chore because you stay hooked up.
If you keep your eye toward the hallway you’ll see a steady stream of patients walking to the loo pushing tall metal poles on which the drugs hang.
Tomorrow is my Neulasta injection. I’ll probably leave the doctor’s office with an order for more blood tests before radiation begins.
If the chemo leaves me fatigued or sick, it probably won’t happen until Saturday.
I’m cancer free. You just can’t tell from my treatment schedule.