Stressed! Who Me?
Last week was super busy. Monday was the chemo, Tuesday was the Neulasta shot to keep my white blood cells up, and also the phone call that I was scheduled to see my surgeon on Wednesday, there was blood in my specimen.
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Wednesday my surgeon told me I looked 'rough'...something a girl always wants to hear. Another prescription to cleanse the interior on Thursday as I was to have the interior peek show on Friday.
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Since I learned I had cancer in December, I haven't bothered to get my hair cut. Why? I was going to lose it anyway. But Wednesday I phoned my hairdresser to get a cut, and a brow wax, it's amazing how quickly that grows in, and I was scheduled for Thursday morning.
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Thursday afternoon I started to take the cleansing pills. Twenty in an hour, four starting at two pm with eight ounces of fluid, then fifteen minutes later, repeat the process. At eight pm, do the same process with the remaining twelve pills.
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My daughter came over and told me a funny story about a friend of theirs, he stated that he went to bed with his jammies on and by ten o'clock, all he had on was his running shoes.
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He wasn't far off the mark. I think that the instructions should state: Rent a portable commode, park it in front of the television and sit for twelve hours, beginning at three-thirty in the afternoon. A cell phone might be nice, though you can't get up to get the pizza delivery, but you can call a family member to bring you a sandwich and a drink. This process should also be in a private room, as any family member won't want to be in the same side of the house until this process is completed. So, it might be wise to pack an ice chest and park it next to you. A roll or two of toilet paper is also a necessity.
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Don't laugh. It's true.
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Oh, and Thursday was limited to apple juice, sprite, jello, and chicken broth. Nothing with red dye. If you could read through it, then you could have it. So, forget the sandwich and pizza, but the ice chest could store the jello and cold drinks.
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Friday morning I was at the hospital for six am. It didn't take long for processing, as I was not on the usual 'surgery' day. They took me in the special room they have for the procedure, and then tried to give me an IV. That didn't work. I have two sites on my left arm with horrid bruising, one is two inches long, the other an inch, thankfully my surgeon walked in and told them to go into the mediport. They slipped me some drugs, told me to open my mouth and sprayed a numbing agent that had a rotten, bitter banana aftertaste, they sprayed that twice. But within minutes, I was in la-la land.
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I awoke at eight, and was home by eight-thirty. The doctor took pictures of my Prepyloric Ulcer, which is a new diagnosis, but it seems to be on the mend. It was the cause of the internal bleeding. After another pass at the pharmacy. I sacked out on and off until noon. Those drugs have lasting results.
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Saturday was my chapter meeting date, and off I went. It was nice talking writing. That afternoon, the dh and I made it to a high school baseball game, we had a grandson on each side, and the weather was nice. The sun was out, it was in the seventies. Everyone was in sandals and shorts. I was in my sweats and wearing a jacket.
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Later that night, I had my first bout of nausea. It was awful. I had a little trash can tricked out in liners that stays in my bedroom, well I grabbed that sucker and made a mad dash to the bathroom. It took three bouts of that through the night to realize that under my excess weight, there are abs.
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Mad abs. Even if I cough today, it hurts. A lot.
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Monday, another blood sample. I still have a massive bruise on the top of my left hand from last Monday, and the two bruises from Friday, so they searched around for a new spot. That didn't work. They tried my wrist, which is a small vein and always hurts the most and managed to fill a very small vial, but that wasn't enough. So, yes, back on the top of my hand.
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I only have one more appointment this week, and that's to check and see if my heart is up to the challenge.
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Did I mention that my hair is slowly dropping out. It is. Wig.com is have a 25% off sale that ends today, so I might do some online shopping.
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Life is still good.
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Even if I do have an ulcer.
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1 Comments:
Yeah, I remember a friend of mine going through all of that with the chemo. That was almost 15 years ago. She's doing great now, hale and hearty, but she sure felt like sh*t back then. Don't know anyone who has an ulcer and it's sure unfair to get that on top of the other stuff you're going through. I love your attitude, and your humor, when you're feeling so bad. I think I'd be whining 24/7.
I have the same trouble with finding a vein that'll work. My arms look like they belong to a junkie from donating blood.
Blessings~
Laurie
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