So, here I sit at the cancer center having my second round of chemotherapy. I met with my oncologist first and discussed all of the side effects that I experienced after my last treatment. I told him about my 1 a.m pity party and my decision not to have any more poisons pumped into my body, and my subsequent rethinking of the issue. He is lowering my dose of neulasta, the drug that boosts my white cell production. This should happily reduce the pain that I had after my last dose.
I spent the last couple of days doing nice things for myself. I bought furniture for my new deck so that I can sit out in the sun while I am recuperating. Yesterday I spent some time preparing to feel sick for the next week. Stocked up on Popsicles and juices. Did my laundry. Organized my arsenal of pain relievers, stool softeners, nausea meds, and hemp oil. Fluffed my pillows.
My daughter is here with me today. It's a change for her to be in the not so comfy chair while I am comfortably reclined. She calls me a part timer, since I only come for a few hours one day, while she has four long days for every cycle of her treatment. I am happy to be the junior partner on this cancer team.
I hope to get through the next week a little easier than the last time, since I know what to expect and can maybe deal with things a little better. I will refrain from partying in the middle of the night and posting to Facebook in a drug induced state of mind.
Sending loving thoughts and prayers, and hoping this week is better for you. xoxo
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