Chemo went really well yesterday. Well, it went well after a little mix-up down at the laboratory, in which we waited over an hour for my blood work orders to be magically delivered from nowhere, and after we politely asked the receptionist if we couldn’t just go up to the chemo ward and talk to them, since surely they could draw blood through my IV upstairs just as well as the technicians downstairs, and after the receptionist
lashed out at us for no good reason said no, and after we went upstairs anyway.
Then the fabulous chemo nurses took me by the hand, wrapped an arm around me, walked me into the chemo ward and gave me my choice of chairs, settled hot towels on my forearm, and started the IV, tut-tutting, and you-poor-dear-ing me the whole while.
It took a little longer for the blood test results to come back and the procedures to start, but all in all, it went well.
I’m on my second treatment of Taxol, which my chemo twin LawMom has discussed recently, but I’ll outline quickly here. After the blood draw, it takes 30 minutes for the blood test results to come back. If the white blood cell counts, red blood cell counts, platelets, and everything else are within acceptable ranges (i.e. it’s not dangerous to give me chemo that day), then they send the orders to the lab and mix the chemo cocktail of the day. This takes 90 minutes, as they don’t start mixing until the lab reports come back. In the meantime, the nurse starts an IV, infuses saline for hydration if necessary, adds antinausea steroids, and then a heapin’ helpin’ of Benedryl. This last pre-med, as I’ve mentioned, does a number on my system, but it basically just makes me groggy and uncoordinated. Also, people have a hard time understanding me, but that’s okay, as I don’t have much to say when I’m so groggy anyway.
Then comes the Taxol. I don’t really feel any different when it’s dripping into me (thank goodness); the hard part is the Benedryl. (Oh, and near the end of the Benedryl drip, something always happens and my elbow cramps up in pain like crazy. Weird.)
The aftereffects so far this time are minimal. I was pretty whupped yesterday afternoon and last night, but I powered through today (all the way to nap) and still feel pretty decent tonight. Good. If this is the way I have to spend my Fall and Winter, I’m relieved that it won’t be nearly as bad as the first four cycles, when I got a different drug (AC).
I still have a wonderful story to tell you about my MOMS Club, but I’m exhausted and will end here for tonight.
Anyone Walking With WhyMommy on Sunday is welcome to meet me at the team meeting location before the race. There will be thousands and thousands of us there, but probably only one bald chick with a toddler and a big sign that says “IBC: Breast Cancer Without a Lump.” Come up and say hi — I can’t wait to meet you!