It’s the day before my third round of chemo.
An early start, for an early blood test to determine whether my blood count is safe enough to have treatment tomorrow.
I drove myself to the appointment – a big step. I’ve only driven a couple of times since my surgery for endometriosis in mid-December and I certainly haven’t driven myself to any appointments.
It’s rather chilly in the mornings now – but I felt really alive! Window down to take in the fresh, crisp air, and in I felt in control (ohh – and I was wearing a bold kaftan I’d made, some new knee length boots and a pretty cool black lace & velvet fedora!!) So, I felt good.
Five of the six chemo nurses complimented me on how well I looked, that’s gotta make you feel good too (One exclaimed ‘you look SMASHING!’ Feel good factor – 10+!) Despite how awful I feel for the first seven-ten days each cycle, I’m managing to pick up with some good food and as much activity as I can manage for the rest of the time in between treatments.
I know tomorrow will be entirely different as the drugs pump into my chest and through my veins.
Then they’ll take hold and it’s a very different ball game. It’s all about not vomiting and just managing the essentials like eating, drinking, bathing…..
24 hours after chemo, I have the neulasta injection.
I commented to Paul over lunch today that these three days are so different and extreme.
Day before chemo – bloods and cramming in as much as we can!
Day of chemo – roller coaster ride of drugs taking control of body.
Day after chemo – loss of control continues but add in dread of neulasta injection.
Ohh – around 12 hours after that injection that feels like thick, wet, cement going in – the bone pain starts.
No wonder Paul doesn’t know what to expect! I don’t either – although the drugs are the same, each hit on my body is different..
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