Day 3: Chemo...What a wonderful time of the year
"I don't like to see the toxic drug go into my body, but the nurse in me has to look."
Well, off to Pittsburgh I go as I am to follow my treatment there because my surgery was there and at the time, I could not be taken care of in Meadville.
What is it about Chemo that makes your mind do back flips?
I have a mediport and quite glad of it. I have always had awful veins and this is just about the best thing since puffed wheat as it is one stop stick.
Hallelujah and it stings a little but not bad.
I am in a little cubicle with a red headed nurse that does stand up comedy just to keep me occupied and distracted. I look at the right and left of me to see who is there and if my fear shows.
My foot is jumping a mile a minute- something I always do but I am now in overtime. Too bad they can’t harness some kind of energy from it.
Now what really blows my mind is the nurse has gloves and a mask on and she is putting the chemo into my body? I really don’t want to see it or hear it as the machine regulates the drips throughout the time I am getting Chemo. . . reminds me of Chinese water torture.
I ask that they put the machine behind me and on goes the TV, my IPOD and I open a book.
Funny, I can’t look at anything or concentrate on anything. My mind jumps to my old standby. Can I please have some popcorn and down goes my husband to find the salve that I am asking for.
I really didn’t want him looking at me for just a little bit as I can see his pain as he looks at what I am going through.
I want to just curl up in a coccon for even a bit and not talk, think, or move.
Breathing at this point is like out of control as the more I think on it the more rapid I breathe and I just need to switch gears. This too shall pass and with each treatment, I count one more down.
First one down and I do ok, not too sick and it is manageable. Am I just exhausted from the trip, the chemo or my nerves, guess it all adds up.
I don’t feel 53 right now, I feel 94.
Tomorrow will be better!
I will MAKE IT A GOOD DAY!
What is it about Chemo that makes your mind do back flips?
I have a mediport and quite glad of it. I have always had awful veins and this is just about the best thing since puffed wheat as it is one stop stick.
Hallelujah and it stings a little but not bad.
I am in a little cubicle with a red headed nurse that does stand up comedy just to keep me occupied and distracted. I look at the right and left of me to see who is there and if my fear shows.
My foot is jumping a mile a minute- something I always do but I am now in overtime. Too bad they can’t harness some kind of energy from it.
Now what really blows my mind is the nurse has gloves and a mask on and she is putting the chemo into my body? I really don’t want to see it or hear it as the machine regulates the drips throughout the time I am getting Chemo. . . reminds me of Chinese water torture.
I ask that they put the machine behind me and on goes the TV, my IPOD and I open a book.
Funny, I can’t look at anything or concentrate on anything. My mind jumps to my old standby. Can I please have some popcorn and down goes my husband to find the salve that I am asking for.
I really didn’t want him looking at me for just a little bit as I can see his pain as he looks at what I am going through.
I want to just curl up in a coccon for even a bit and not talk, think, or move.
Breathing at this point is like out of control as the more I think on it the more rapid I breathe and I just need to switch gears. This too shall pass and with each treatment, I count one more down.
First one down and I do ok, not too sick and it is manageable. Am I just exhausted from the trip, the chemo or my nerves, guess it all adds up.
I don’t feel 53 right now, I feel 94.
Tomorrow will be better!
I will MAKE IT A GOOD DAY!