Yesterday I started my first bi-weekly treatment. Only 11 more to go which means I am 72% done with my treatments!!! I can't wait to be finished. Even typing that sounds like an understatement.
So why is forgetting bliss? Last Wednesday and Thursday I was so excited for Thanksgiving. I honestly believed that I was feeling thankful and ate entirely too much food. Seriously, when they weighed me in yesterday I had gain 3 pounds in 2 weeks. I felt guilty but at the same time I really enjoyed every pound. 'Tis the season, right?
Then it was treatment time. Oh yuck. My favorite nurse came in, got all set-up and then it was time to access my port. I'm not the biggest fan of accessing my port, but we have a rhythm down by now. My weekly visitor tells me a story while the nurse jabs a 1.5" needle into my chest. Luckily this week the area was completely numb. It's not always numb but I've gotten use to the pain.
After the port has been accessed (and the nurse gets blood return) they begin flushing the port with saline solution. I can taste the solution in the back of my throat. Around this time, my body realizes what's going on. Medicine #1 goes into the port (Methotrexate) then another flush. After the methotrexate, I get medicine #2 (Vinblastine). Vinblastine makes my stomach turn as soon as they push it into the port. This week I almost yacked on the nurse while she was pushing it into my line.
Anyway, I completely forgot how awful the medicine makes me feel. The two weeks in between treatments was perfect. I got home yesterday, curled up on the couch and took a 2 hour nap. Then I rolled upstairs and took another 2 hour nap in bed. Yuck. Forgetting about this feeling was really perfect. The end cannot come to soon.
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