I realize that I've been slacking a little on these updates. It's not because there isn't much going on, but more a lack of energy & motivation on my part. Starting with the 5th treatment, my chemo drug changed. While my first 4 treatments were Cytoxan and Adriamycin, my last 4 treatments are the drug Taxol. I was really excited about the change in drug because my doctor had told me it usually didn't make patients sick. To me, there is no feeling worse than that of nausea. In addition to being free of nausea, I was going to be free of the day after shot that boosted my white blood cell count.
The new drug can cause allergic reactions, so they try to prevent them ahead of time. My part is to take steroids prior to my appointment. Their part is to give me Benadryl prior to the drug on treatment day. This means that I sleep through the majority of the treatment time. While I would be free of nausea, I wouldn't be free of side effects. This new drug offers the lovely side effect of bone pain. When I heard bone pain, I thought a few aches & pains; but that is an understatement! I felt fine the day after treatment #5. I woke up with the intent to go in to work on Thursday (2 days after treatment). I was a little achy in my legs that day, but really thought it could be managed with ibuprofen...it could not. I did go to work and took ibuprofen all day. I realized on Friday that my eagerness to go in to work on Thursday was probably not the most intelligent decision I've made. It was my decision to go in and not an expectation. I couldn't ask for a better place to work during this journey!!! They have been so great to work with me and are flexible with me to allow me to get well. The great thing is that I know they really mean it when they tell me they want getting well to be my first priority. I know this is a big part of why I've done so well with these treatments.
I spent that weekend taking pain meds around the clock, and felt so much better by Monday. The off week of chemo was one of the best weeks I've had since beginning chemo. I had plenty of energy and felt good! When I got to chemo #6, I was shocked to learn that my white blood cell counts were not high enough for me to receive treatment that day. I have been planning for my final chemo treatment to be May 1st. I am planning to take a little trip to regroup after my final treatment. In addition to my trip, I planned to have my reconstruction surgery mid-June (my levels have to return to normal counts & it usually takes about 1 1/2 months). While I realize some may think the reconstruction surgery isn't a big deal and could wait, it is important to me. I want to be able to enjoy my summer, which means me in a swimsuit. I wouldn't feel comfortable in a swimsuit in my current condition because chances are I wouldn't be able to wear a top without prosthetics and may not be able to find one to work at all. I can manage to make myself look normal in regular clothes, but a swimsuit is an entirely different matter!
So, when they told me no treatment that day it meant all of my plans after chemo would be affected. My oncology staff knew my plans and wanted to work with me to keep me close to my initial end date. I started throwing out ideas of my own thinking we could come up with something! After throwing out a bunch of options, we finally decided on a plan. However, this plan required approval from my insurance company. We sat in the room waiting on that approval for about an hour. I won't lie, I was disappointed. I couldn't believe I had come this far to be hit with this challenge. I really struggled with being disappointed and discouraged about this minor setback because I know I have had a much easier time with chemo than some people. I'm so glad Ashlee is my chemo buddy for moments like these because she has no problem telling me exactly what I need to hear, which was that it was OK for me to feel that way! We FINALLY got insurance approval (Thank God for GREAT insurance)!
Now that we had the approval, we discussed the plan. I would get up to 3 injections during the week to boost my white blood cell count. These shots force the bones to create bone marrow, and they cause bone pain. I got the 1st injection on Tuesday and went back on Wednesday for injection 2. We were going to attempt chemo again on Thursday. Since Ashlee couldn't make theThursday appointment, I found a new chemo buddy for the day. Once they got my bloodwork back, my levels were still not high enough for treatment. My #1 infection fighter had been a big fat goose egg on Tuesday and was only at .5 on Thursday. They gave me injection #3, and set me up on the schedule for chemo on Friday. By the time I got up Friday, I was already feeling the bone pain from the injections. I took a pain pill & was ready to go when my chemo buddy for that day came to get me. I'm so thankful for friends who are available & willing to help when things don't go as planned. When we got the bloodwork back on Friday the #1 infection fighter had gone from .5 to 5, so I was good to go for treatment.
Since my white blood cell count dropped so much after treatment, my doctor decided that it would be best for me to go back to getting the day after shot to boost my counts. Remember, this shot causes bone pain. So, I had 3 injections, a chemo drug, and on Saturday got another shot...all causing bone pain. Needless to say, I was in terrible pain following treatment. In addition to the bone pain, the new chemo drug has a side effect that has some getting used to...it causes numbness and tingling in my hands and feet. It is the strangest feeling in the world to walk around with your feet feeling somewhat asleep!
So, here I am on the eve of my next to last chemo treatment updating my blog. I feel confident that I will be able to get treatment tomorrow since my counts were all good on Friday. I was in my car tonight and a song that sums up how I've felt on this journey came on the radio. I have sung this song as a prayer to God countless times! The song is "Blessings" by Laura Story. I love the chorus of this song: "What if your blessings come through raindrops? What if your healing comes through tears? What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near? What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise?"
If you haven't heard this song, I definitely recommend you take a listen!
Showing posts with label Chemotherapy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chemotherapy. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
Ooooohhhhhh, we're halfway there...
I know several of you thought you missed an entry prior to my last treatment, but I was really tired that week and didn’t post an update. I’ll try to update on the last two treatments and what’s been going on with me the last few weeks this go round.
I had heard mixed reviews about the side effects of treatment 3. I had heard that some people get really sick because the drugs have built up in your system or that it could be the same as the previous two treatments. I guess I went in expecting the worse, but praying for the best. When we got back to the chemo room I felt so tired and wanted to sleep. I should have known this was my body telling me it wasn’t operating at 100%! I got my treatment, came home, and started feeling sick. I did get sick (the only time I’ve gotten sick this entire process). Since I got sick only once and then felt better the remainder of the week, my oncology staff seem to think I had a touch of a little bug. I actually recovered much better after treatment 3 than I had the previous treatments.
My birthday fell during the off week, so I had a week of celebration! All the celebrating made for one tired girl, but it was well worth it! The Sunday prior to treatment 4 I participated in a photo shoot highlighting individuals going through chemo. The concept of this book project is to have a picture of the chemo patient on one page with his/her story in his/her own unique way on the other page. I knew going into the photo shoot that I would be photographed with no wig…just me and my bald head. Since my hair had not fallen out completely in all areas, I wanted to fix it before arriving at the photo shoot. Since I have to be careful about cuts, I knew I couldn’t take a razor to my head. I knew that an electric trimmer, which we used to get my buzz cut, would only cut so close. I had the idea to take my electric razor I use to shave my legs and take it to my head…it worked beautifully! Once I had the head photo ready, I had to decide how I wanted to tell my story on a plain white 8 ½ x 11 sheet of paper. I wanted my short page to reflect who I am as an individual and how I’m getting through chemo. I am not going to share it here on my blog until after the book is published in October. I can’t wait to see the final project and hear all the other stories of hope. I’m so honored to be part of this project!
So with my busy off chemo week behind me, it was time to head into treatment 4. This was the last treatment I was getting my friend “the red devil” and the last of the shots to boost my white blood cell count! This was cause for great rejoicing in my world! I actually recovered better from treatment 4 than I did any of the previous treatments! I only took nausea medicine the first night. I was more tired after this treatment, which the oncology staff has assured me will be normal. I’ve shared before that Ashlee and I meet and talk to people each time we go for a chemo appointment, and treatment 4 was no exception. I think we met our most entertaining person at this visit…
We saw her in the waiting room moving from seat to seat looking for a plug for her laptop. They called us back within minutes of each other, and when I got to the lab she was sitting in a chair across from me. I use a numbing cream on my port prior to chemo, so I don’t feel them insert the needle. Since my port is about 3 inches below my collar bone, I have to put saran wrap on it to keep it from rubbing off on my clothes. Our little friend looks at me, once I sit down in the chair, and says, “You know you have plastic on your chest, right?!?!” I can be really sarcastic, and in my head I was thinking, “NO! I’m totally oblivious to the huge piece of saran wrap attached to my body at this moment!” I did not say this out loud to her, but tried to explain it to her. She seemed ok with my response and I thought I was done dealing with her. However, she left the lab and sat down next to Ashlee in the waiting area. When I came out, she was full of questions and comments. At first, the questions were normal cancer patient questions…what kind of cancer, when were you diagnosed, blah, blah, blah. Her questions soon turned into a little more than the normal…she asked me why I was getting chemo if they said they got everything. I don’t know a better way to say that I want to live a long life, and my doctor said chemo is my best option at doing just that; SO, I’ll take chemo and the hair loss and whatever else! She then proceeds to tell us about some kind of hydrogen peroxide she is drinking and some $60/bottle mushroom cream from Japan she is using to kill her cancer. Just as the awkward turtle was swimming at a rapid pace, they called my name to go to the room. The whole situation was amusing and sad all at the same time. I don’t know this girl’s name, but she could use prayers. She was diagnosed with colon cancer a year ago. She had surgery and they told her they thought they got it all, so she opted not to do chemo. This past January she went to have a swollen lymphnode in her neck checked and the cancer has metastasized to her entire body. After one chemo treatment, she was once again denying chemo.
Before every treatment they do a little physical. My nurse practitioner keeps telling me how well I’m doing. Before this last treatment, she told me that she hadn’t expected me to do this well. She really thought that I would have a hard time and lots of complications based on me having to delay treatment a week in the beginning. I know the only reason I’m doing as well as I am is because God is walking with me on this journey. I haven’t been shy about telling her that it’s the power of prayer. She said it was luck. Clearly, this is a mission field and God has placed me there for a reason. I think it’s really cool to see how God orchestrates things. I have a friend from college who was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. Without any prior communication regarding my doctors, she went to the same breast surgeon and is now seeing the same oncologist. This means that she will see the same nurse practitioner. Our chemo treatments will overlap some, as she is beginning and I’m on my final 4; but this means there’s one more person God has placed in this office to be a light. Neither of us would have chosen this path for ourselves, but God’s plans are not our plans.
I had heard mixed reviews about the side effects of treatment 3. I had heard that some people get really sick because the drugs have built up in your system or that it could be the same as the previous two treatments. I guess I went in expecting the worse, but praying for the best. When we got back to the chemo room I felt so tired and wanted to sleep. I should have known this was my body telling me it wasn’t operating at 100%! I got my treatment, came home, and started feeling sick. I did get sick (the only time I’ve gotten sick this entire process). Since I got sick only once and then felt better the remainder of the week, my oncology staff seem to think I had a touch of a little bug. I actually recovered much better after treatment 3 than I had the previous treatments.
My birthday fell during the off week, so I had a week of celebration! All the celebrating made for one tired girl, but it was well worth it! The Sunday prior to treatment 4 I participated in a photo shoot highlighting individuals going through chemo. The concept of this book project is to have a picture of the chemo patient on one page with his/her story in his/her own unique way on the other page. I knew going into the photo shoot that I would be photographed with no wig…just me and my bald head. Since my hair had not fallen out completely in all areas, I wanted to fix it before arriving at the photo shoot. Since I have to be careful about cuts, I knew I couldn’t take a razor to my head. I knew that an electric trimmer, which we used to get my buzz cut, would only cut so close. I had the idea to take my electric razor I use to shave my legs and take it to my head…it worked beautifully! Once I had the head photo ready, I had to decide how I wanted to tell my story on a plain white 8 ½ x 11 sheet of paper. I wanted my short page to reflect who I am as an individual and how I’m getting through chemo. I am not going to share it here on my blog until after the book is published in October. I can’t wait to see the final project and hear all the other stories of hope. I’m so honored to be part of this project!
So with my busy off chemo week behind me, it was time to head into treatment 4. This was the last treatment I was getting my friend “the red devil” and the last of the shots to boost my white blood cell count! This was cause for great rejoicing in my world! I actually recovered better from treatment 4 than I did any of the previous treatments! I only took nausea medicine the first night. I was more tired after this treatment, which the oncology staff has assured me will be normal. I’ve shared before that Ashlee and I meet and talk to people each time we go for a chemo appointment, and treatment 4 was no exception. I think we met our most entertaining person at this visit…
We saw her in the waiting room moving from seat to seat looking for a plug for her laptop. They called us back within minutes of each other, and when I got to the lab she was sitting in a chair across from me. I use a numbing cream on my port prior to chemo, so I don’t feel them insert the needle. Since my port is about 3 inches below my collar bone, I have to put saran wrap on it to keep it from rubbing off on my clothes. Our little friend looks at me, once I sit down in the chair, and says, “You know you have plastic on your chest, right?!?!” I can be really sarcastic, and in my head I was thinking, “NO! I’m totally oblivious to the huge piece of saran wrap attached to my body at this moment!” I did not say this out loud to her, but tried to explain it to her. She seemed ok with my response and I thought I was done dealing with her. However, she left the lab and sat down next to Ashlee in the waiting area. When I came out, she was full of questions and comments. At first, the questions were normal cancer patient questions…what kind of cancer, when were you diagnosed, blah, blah, blah. Her questions soon turned into a little more than the normal…she asked me why I was getting chemo if they said they got everything. I don’t know a better way to say that I want to live a long life, and my doctor said chemo is my best option at doing just that; SO, I’ll take chemo and the hair loss and whatever else! She then proceeds to tell us about some kind of hydrogen peroxide she is drinking and some $60/bottle mushroom cream from Japan she is using to kill her cancer. Just as the awkward turtle was swimming at a rapid pace, they called my name to go to the room. The whole situation was amusing and sad all at the same time. I don’t know this girl’s name, but she could use prayers. She was diagnosed with colon cancer a year ago. She had surgery and they told her they thought they got it all, so she opted not to do chemo. This past January she went to have a swollen lymphnode in her neck checked and the cancer has metastasized to her entire body. After one chemo treatment, she was once again denying chemo.
Before every treatment they do a little physical. My nurse practitioner keeps telling me how well I’m doing. Before this last treatment, she told me that she hadn’t expected me to do this well. She really thought that I would have a hard time and lots of complications based on me having to delay treatment a week in the beginning. I know the only reason I’m doing as well as I am is because God is walking with me on this journey. I haven’t been shy about telling her that it’s the power of prayer. She said it was luck. Clearly, this is a mission field and God has placed me there for a reason. I think it’s really cool to see how God orchestrates things. I have a friend from college who was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. Without any prior communication regarding my doctors, she went to the same breast surgeon and is now seeing the same oncologist. This means that she will see the same nurse practitioner. Our chemo treatments will overlap some, as she is beginning and I’m on my final 4; but this means there’s one more person God has placed in this office to be a light. Neither of us would have chosen this path for ourselves, but God’s plans are not our plans.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Quietness, Trust, and Support
I began writing this post from sunny Orlando. This week would be a scheduled treatment week; but my oncologist graciously allowed me to postpone this week's treatment so I could attend an annual conference for work. I must say the change of pace and scenery was very good for me.
I've got two treatments down & only 6 more to go! Treatment day 2 was very entertaining. While Ashlee & I usually watch a movie while I'm getting my drugs, we ended up talking with the other women seated around us. Initially our conversation was about the most recent episode of The Bachelor, but it soon turned to each of us sharing our cancer story. Cancer stories are a lot like everyone's individual life story...no two are alike & every journey is different. It was very encouraging to me to hear from these ladies who were all much further along in their chemo treatments than I am. We talked about how we each responded to the chemo & the shot the day after. I did respond a little better to the shot this time, which I'm convinced causes me the most issues (aside from nausea). The biggest benefit this time was that I opted to not stay alone at my apartment after treatment. Ashlee and her husband were so kind to open their home to me after treatments. Since my hair began falling out right before my second treatment, I decided to have Ashlee buzz it. I was really unsure about the whole GI Jane look initially; but now as is it continues to fall out, I'm growing more accustomed to it. In fact, there are times when I forget I don't have hair & I'm not wearing my wig! I think I freaked a bellhop out the other day when I opened my hotel room door without a wig and showing my balding head! It wasn't until I saw the shocked look on his face that I realized I had no hair!
I don't want it to seem that my biggest challenge has been the loss of my hair because that isn't an accurate picture. The days and nights after treatment can be really difficult. I had some issues with dizziness after this treatment, which made it difficult for me to sleep. The middle of the night can also be a trying time mostly because most people are sleeping and there's a lack of physical presence. It's during these times I'm praying the most. I also sing "I've got peace like a river" over and over. I find myself thinking, "If I can make it through the night, I'll be one day closer to feeling better. "
The Tuesday following treatment I return to the oncologist's office to have blood drawn. They check my white blood cell count among other things. After this treatment my levels were low...too low. While they said I could be out and about, I needed to avoid actively sick people. Do you know how difficult this is in the middle of cold & flu season?!?! Since some illnesses had been going around at the office and I was trying to be well enough to go on the trip this week, I was advised to work from home. I felt so defeated. I'm a people person, and here I was going on over a week in my apartment. I was going NUTS!!! I am so thankful for friends who went with me to dinner and stopped by to visit, so I had some people interaction aside from visits to the pharmacy and grocery store. I know I have issues with just being still and resting, but I'm trying to get better at it.
This week I was reading my daily Jesus Calling devotional, and it spoke to me exactly where I was last week. The devotion is written as if Jesus is speaking, "Thank Me for the conditions that are requiring you to be still. Do not spoil these quiet hours by wishing them away, waiting impatiently to be active again. Some of the greatest works in My kingdom have been done from sick beds and prison cells. Instead of resenting the limitations of a weakened body, search for My way in the midst of these very circumstances. Limitations can be liberating when your strongest desire is living close to Me. Quietness and trust enhance your awareness of My presence with you. Do not despise these simple ways of serving Me. Although you feel cut off from the activity of the world, your quiet trust makes a powerful statement in spiritual realms. My strength and power show themselves most effective in weakness." It really made me stop and think how many times I want to push myself because I want my old, normal life back. Right now, the old normal has been pushed aside for my new normal, and I need to embrace it.
So, I mentioned I began writing this post in Orlando (I'm finishing it in my neighborhood Starbucks) where I was at annual work conference. This whole week was a source of encouragement for me. The biggest thing was seeing people who I don't see on a regular basis, but have been walking with me on this journey. I think I got more hugs this week than I've received the last two months!!!! Our Sunday night meeting ended with a private concert with Martina McBride. She currently has a song out titled, "I'm Gonna Love You Through It." This song talks about a woman's journey with breast cancer and those who step up to say, "I'm gonna be by your side and see you through." I can barely listen to this song without crying, so when she started singing I knew this night would be no exception. You may be wondering why this song makes me so emotional. First, you need to listen to it! Second, I know not all friends will choose to stand by your side when something like cancer comes into the picture, so when people do it's a beautiful gift. I've had friends who have turned their backs and walked away. It's been hurtful, but I realize they are not the friends I need in my life...especially on this journey! For every person that has checked out, I've had 5 more that have stepped up to say, "I'm here for you whenever, whatever!" I've been so overwhelmed by the love and support I've received. When I say support, it goes beyond transportation to appointments, bringing food, cleaning my apartment, or running errands (all very important things). It's the smallest acts of kindness...a text message, e-mail, or phone call. These people expect nothing in return from me, they just care. I am so BLESSED and THANKFUL to have each of these people in my life!
I've got two treatments down & only 6 more to go! Treatment day 2 was very entertaining. While Ashlee & I usually watch a movie while I'm getting my drugs, we ended up talking with the other women seated around us. Initially our conversation was about the most recent episode of The Bachelor, but it soon turned to each of us sharing our cancer story. Cancer stories are a lot like everyone's individual life story...no two are alike & every journey is different. It was very encouraging to me to hear from these ladies who were all much further along in their chemo treatments than I am. We talked about how we each responded to the chemo & the shot the day after. I did respond a little better to the shot this time, which I'm convinced causes me the most issues (aside from nausea). The biggest benefit this time was that I opted to not stay alone at my apartment after treatment. Ashlee and her husband were so kind to open their home to me after treatments. Since my hair began falling out right before my second treatment, I decided to have Ashlee buzz it. I was really unsure about the whole GI Jane look initially; but now as is it continues to fall out, I'm growing more accustomed to it. In fact, there are times when I forget I don't have hair & I'm not wearing my wig! I think I freaked a bellhop out the other day when I opened my hotel room door without a wig and showing my balding head! It wasn't until I saw the shocked look on his face that I realized I had no hair!
I don't want it to seem that my biggest challenge has been the loss of my hair because that isn't an accurate picture. The days and nights after treatment can be really difficult. I had some issues with dizziness after this treatment, which made it difficult for me to sleep. The middle of the night can also be a trying time mostly because most people are sleeping and there's a lack of physical presence. It's during these times I'm praying the most. I also sing "I've got peace like a river" over and over. I find myself thinking, "If I can make it through the night, I'll be one day closer to feeling better. "
The Tuesday following treatment I return to the oncologist's office to have blood drawn. They check my white blood cell count among other things. After this treatment my levels were low...too low. While they said I could be out and about, I needed to avoid actively sick people. Do you know how difficult this is in the middle of cold & flu season?!?! Since some illnesses had been going around at the office and I was trying to be well enough to go on the trip this week, I was advised to work from home. I felt so defeated. I'm a people person, and here I was going on over a week in my apartment. I was going NUTS!!! I am so thankful for friends who went with me to dinner and stopped by to visit, so I had some people interaction aside from visits to the pharmacy and grocery store. I know I have issues with just being still and resting, but I'm trying to get better at it.
This week I was reading my daily Jesus Calling devotional, and it spoke to me exactly where I was last week. The devotion is written as if Jesus is speaking, "Thank Me for the conditions that are requiring you to be still. Do not spoil these quiet hours by wishing them away, waiting impatiently to be active again. Some of the greatest works in My kingdom have been done from sick beds and prison cells. Instead of resenting the limitations of a weakened body, search for My way in the midst of these very circumstances. Limitations can be liberating when your strongest desire is living close to Me. Quietness and trust enhance your awareness of My presence with you. Do not despise these simple ways of serving Me. Although you feel cut off from the activity of the world, your quiet trust makes a powerful statement in spiritual realms. My strength and power show themselves most effective in weakness." It really made me stop and think how many times I want to push myself because I want my old, normal life back. Right now, the old normal has been pushed aside for my new normal, and I need to embrace it.
So, I mentioned I began writing this post in Orlando (I'm finishing it in my neighborhood Starbucks) where I was at annual work conference. This whole week was a source of encouragement for me. The biggest thing was seeing people who I don't see on a regular basis, but have been walking with me on this journey. I think I got more hugs this week than I've received the last two months!!!! Our Sunday night meeting ended with a private concert with Martina McBride. She currently has a song out titled, "I'm Gonna Love You Through It." This song talks about a woman's journey with breast cancer and those who step up to say, "I'm gonna be by your side and see you through." I can barely listen to this song without crying, so when she started singing I knew this night would be no exception. You may be wondering why this song makes me so emotional. First, you need to listen to it! Second, I know not all friends will choose to stand by your side when something like cancer comes into the picture, so when people do it's a beautiful gift. I've had friends who have turned their backs and walked away. It's been hurtful, but I realize they are not the friends I need in my life...especially on this journey! For every person that has checked out, I've had 5 more that have stepped up to say, "I'm here for you whenever, whatever!" I've been so overwhelmed by the love and support I've received. When I say support, it goes beyond transportation to appointments, bringing food, cleaning my apartment, or running errands (all very important things). It's the smallest acts of kindness...a text message, e-mail, or phone call. These people expect nothing in return from me, they just care. I am so BLESSED and THANKFUL to have each of these people in my life!
Monday, January 30, 2012
One Treatment Down...
I'm starting to think I have a thing for updating my blog the night before chemo treatments. It feels good to have that first treatment behind me! I feel like I know what I'm walking into tomorrow morning! So unlike the last treatment where I had not a clue what to expect! They tell you all the bad stuff that can happen to you, and somehow you believe that all those things will happen to you...at least I did! I soon learned that not everything they said would apply to me, nor would they have communicated all things to me prior to treatment.
When we made it back to the chemo room, we got ourselves some snacks & prepared to watch a movie while I got my drugs!
I get two chemo drugs the first four treatments. One of my drugs is nicknamed, "The Red Devil." It's real name (Adriamycin) doesn't sound as intimidating, but the nickname fits! It's red & it's the one that makes me lose my hair. For reasons beyond my comprehension, this drug can't be set up on an IV drip like the other one, so a nurse sits and pushes it in over about 20 minutes. It wasn't until my second hour of treatment when the nurse came to administer "The Red Devil" to me that I realized they spent the first hour juicing me up with nausea meds and some sort of hypnotic drug. I'm not really sure what the hypnotic drug does, but I'm quite entertaining a few hours after it hits my system! The nurse suggested to me that I cut my shoulder length hair because I would begin to lose my hair within the next 14-21 days. Her reasoning was that it would hurt more the longer it was when it began to fall out. I was thinking emotionally painful, but she meant emotional AND physical pain.
The day after my treatment I have to go back and get a little shot in the arm to help boost my immune system. Basically the shot forces my bones to produce bone marrow, so my white blood cell count will come back up. The nurses said the shot would cause pain similar to severe menstrual cramps. I've had severe cramps before, and the pain from this shot made those cramps look weak! First, this pain is all over your body...every bone aching! The pain was so severe for me that I couldn't get out of the bed for a whole day & barely made it out the second day after the shot! Thankfully, I only have to get this shot after the first 4 treatments...1 down, 3 to go!
I did get my hair cut really short...the shortest I've ever had it, but not the shortest it will be on this journey. It was probably a good thing I was still under the influence of the hypnotic drug & some nausea meds when my stylist cut my hair because I'm sure I would have been much more of an emotional wreck! And now we are at day 13 and my hair has begun to fall out. I feel like I've somehow prepared myself emotionally for it, but for the physical pain I was not!!!! It feels like someone is taking each individual hair all over my body and yanking each one out down to the root! I want to avoid the mess of losing the hair on my head, so I'm planning to have someone shave it for me. I ordered my wig & was told it would be here by today, but it wasn't. I'm a little anxious about having a bald head & no wig, but I'm gonna embrace it!
The big question that I haven't answered yet is, "How did I do after treatment?" Aside from the severe bone pain, I was only tired and nauseated. I've heard conflicting comments on how I will respond to future treatments. I've heard that how my body responded to the first treatment is what's can expect for all treatments. BUT, I've also heard that my body could respond differently as the drugs build up in my system over time. I am praying AND believing that nausea is the worst that comes my way. I know others are praying, too. I've already seen God answer so many prayers throughout this journey, that I know NO request is too small for my VERY BIG God!
When we made it back to the chemo room, we got ourselves some snacks & prepared to watch a movie while I got my drugs!
I get two chemo drugs the first four treatments. One of my drugs is nicknamed, "The Red Devil." It's real name (Adriamycin) doesn't sound as intimidating, but the nickname fits! It's red & it's the one that makes me lose my hair. For reasons beyond my comprehension, this drug can't be set up on an IV drip like the other one, so a nurse sits and pushes it in over about 20 minutes. It wasn't until my second hour of treatment when the nurse came to administer "The Red Devil" to me that I realized they spent the first hour juicing me up with nausea meds and some sort of hypnotic drug. I'm not really sure what the hypnotic drug does, but I'm quite entertaining a few hours after it hits my system! The nurse suggested to me that I cut my shoulder length hair because I would begin to lose my hair within the next 14-21 days. Her reasoning was that it would hurt more the longer it was when it began to fall out. I was thinking emotionally painful, but she meant emotional AND physical pain.
The day after my treatment I have to go back and get a little shot in the arm to help boost my immune system. Basically the shot forces my bones to produce bone marrow, so my white blood cell count will come back up. The nurses said the shot would cause pain similar to severe menstrual cramps. I've had severe cramps before, and the pain from this shot made those cramps look weak! First, this pain is all over your body...every bone aching! The pain was so severe for me that I couldn't get out of the bed for a whole day & barely made it out the second day after the shot! Thankfully, I only have to get this shot after the first 4 treatments...1 down, 3 to go!
I did get my hair cut really short...the shortest I've ever had it, but not the shortest it will be on this journey. It was probably a good thing I was still under the influence of the hypnotic drug & some nausea meds when my stylist cut my hair because I'm sure I would have been much more of an emotional wreck! And now we are at day 13 and my hair has begun to fall out. I feel like I've somehow prepared myself emotionally for it, but for the physical pain I was not!!!! It feels like someone is taking each individual hair all over my body and yanking each one out down to the root! I want to avoid the mess of losing the hair on my head, so I'm planning to have someone shave it for me. I ordered my wig & was told it would be here by today, but it wasn't. I'm a little anxious about having a bald head & no wig, but I'm gonna embrace it!
The big question that I haven't answered yet is, "How did I do after treatment?" Aside from the severe bone pain, I was only tired and nauseated. I've heard conflicting comments on how I will respond to future treatments. I've heard that how my body responded to the first treatment is what's can expect for all treatments. BUT, I've also heard that my body could respond differently as the drugs build up in my system over time. I am praying AND believing that nausea is the worst that comes my way. I know others are praying, too. I've already seen God answer so many prayers throughout this journey, that I know NO request is too small for my VERY BIG God!
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