I can’t believe I am sitting here at 6:30 in the morning writing. I fell asleep about 7:30 last night, slept through It’s a Wonderful Life (so I STILL haven’t seen the whole movie, although I KNOW there will be another 24 hours of chance!), woke up at least 2 or 3 times with night sweats and now I can’t sleep anymore, at least not right now. The house is quiet so I thought I would fill you all in on round one of chemo. And YES I KNOW the latest title bears explanation first. At some point during my 24 hr stay to achieve a 5 to 6 hr procedure, the thought occurred to me that the chemo was kind of like an exorcism to rid myself of all the the demon cells (Linda Blairs) that are still hiding in my body. Only the priest was about 9 hours late due to “waiting for orders, need to verify orders, staffing issues, only a few nurses certified to do this chemo” etc. etc. etc. The only problem was that there were periods of 3 to 4 hours between sparse explanations (hence the slower than molasses in Alaska). We left Thursday night after waiting all day for a call from the doctor’s office to see if we had authorization from insurance. Finally, I called Personalcare about 3:40 and they said they did have an authorization showing for one day (Friday the 15th). So of course the first thought that goes through my mind (immediately after the relief that we ARE going to get to go) is oh great – we have to go through this wait till the last minute every single week with authorization stuff. Kind of a pain in the arse when you are arranging hotel rooms and folks to look after the kids and all. Bear in mind I started calling on Tuesday to make sure that we were good to go with the response being “we don’t have any information”. Then on Thursday I was told by the office that there is only one authorization clerk and as best as they can tell the information has yet to be processed. Procrastinators of the world UNITE – tomorrow!. Anyway, I then called the doctor’s office to let them know we would be coming and oh, by the way, when and where am I supposed to report. She asked if she could call me back (this is at 4:45 pm). I left to take the girls to their grandmother’s house and when I got back they had returned the call, said to report to the admitting office at the hospital and did not leave a time. I decided that we still better go on Thursday night and call from the hotel early in the morning in the event that I needed to be there at 7 am or some such time. So onward to St. Louis with Rube’s night vision (35 mph on the interstate in St. Louis)!! We get up at 6:00 am and call the hospital admitting only to find out my ETA is 11:00 am. OK then, we could have waited till morning to go! So anyway, about 10:15 we arrived at the hospital (I figured we could sit and wait at the hotel or we could sit and wait at the hospital – little did I know), checked in at admitting and waited until about 12:00 when I was taken up to a room. As we entered the room, I saw a lady in the recliner in the far corner of the room and about 5 or 6 family members sprawled on both beds with a smorgasbord of food and thought, oh my, this looks like it will be a great place to be when I get the chemo. So, after we relocated everyone in the room, including the recliner, the transporter comes back in and says they are going to put me in another room. To myself says I “you think? So now I am in a room with a lovely LOL (little old lady) who was a sweet quiet soul and a much better companion. Hope she was able to feel the same about me as the day went on and on, found out I would be spending the night, received little or no information and was reduced to tears of frustration on more than one occasion. So finally at 9:30 pm, after all the pre-meds were administered, the chemo finally began. They started the IV Taxol first to which I immediately had a reaction of excessively red face, difficulty breathing and pulsating searing fire sensations up my spine. They stopped the drip, gave more Benadryl (I presume), allowed things to settle down which they did pretty quickly and then resumed the drip at a much slower infusion rate. I still had the sensation of difficulty catching my breath for a while and sat bolt upright on several occasions but the pulse oximeter said my oxygen rate was 96% so it was probably mostly residual anxiety if anything. I was initially more concerned about the intra-abdominal chemo when I found out they follow the chemo infusion with a liter and a half of fluid to flush it about the abdominal cavity. Especially considering the difficulty I have been having with bloating all along. The other fun item to learn was that they have to turn you from side to side every 15 minutes for 2 hours following the abdominal chemo. Wouldn’t have been so bad at 5:00 pm but did not consider it to be such at 2:00 am. The good part though was that I slept through all of the administration of the abdominal chemo. I woke up and saw that the menacing liter and a half was gone and had no adverse effects. Hallelujah! So, that brings to the present which would be Sunday at 4:30 – YES I started this at 6:30 this morning and NO I don’t type that slow. This cursed computer booted me out again as it had been unplugged for a while and even though it is plugged in it will not keep powered if the battery is low. So I have been laying low waiting for it to power up again. That is why it is 4:30 pm. Have actually not felt too bad today, mostly just a little rubber-legged and wiped out but not nauseated or anything. My cheeks look like lobsters – pretty red – but so far that is it. The jury is still out though as I have heard it sometimes takes several days before the full effects kick in. So I am just keeping my eyes and ears open and waiting for something I hope doesn’t come.
Think I will sign off for now. I hear a recliner calling my name and it doesn’t have anyone else with a bunch of food and family in it!!
Love,
Lisa