So after week #2 of chemotherapy, things did not go so well. I woke up dizzy and out of breath. Not to mention that my stomach was feeling nasty. I hadn't had anything to eat so I had some toast which stayed down. Unfortunately the other feelings didn't go away so I called the doctor who told me clinic was full and that I should just go to the ER. After running a bunch of tests they decided I had a mild asthma attack and was dehydrated. So I took 1.5 bags of fluid and a giant inhaler puff. Finally after 7 hours they let us go home. Oh and while I was there my veins got red again. I decided that I wasn't leaving anything to chance so we took pictures of my arm.
The very next day, they decided that I probably shouldn't get chemo in my hand any more and that they were going to put a port into my chest. So the port went in this past Friday but that also meant I got to skip (aka post-pone) a chemo appointment. I decided it would be best to take off a few weeks while they get everything straight. After 3 days my port is feeling better and more natural. I'm anxious about getting blood drawn or having chemo put into it. I uploaded my picture of my battle damage.
In positive news, my husband and I had our ONE YEAR anniversary yesterday. It was nice to just relax with him and to have a nice dinner. He spoils me and bought me a beautiful Coach computer bag. So when I return to work, I'll be back in style!
On a less-light note, I'm afraid to spend money because my doctor bills are starting to add up a little. Plus I know that at some point I'm going to run out of sick days, FLMA and short-term leave. I'm just afraid.
Today I was so full of energy that I cleaned the bathrooms! It's been difficult finding energy to do anything. When visitors come over I feel like I need to be host and that takes a lot out of me. Sometimes being alone is what feels best. Now how sad is that?
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