Chemotherapy and Dog Days

One down — 23 to go!!

It’s 6 p.m. and I’m sitting here feeling…..quite normal, actually.

I had the first infusion of the adriamycin this morning.  I decided on the once-a-week “nutrition” program, so I’ll get the adriamycin (I’m nicknaming it Adrian — at the moment, it really does seem like a friend to me — and good friends don’t mind if you curse them out later, do they?)

Anyway — Adrian every Monday (except next week when we’ll be visiting family), and daily Cytoxan (doesn’t that one sound ominous) by mouth for 12 weeks, then switch to Taxol.  They’ve backed me up with 3 — count ’em THREE — antinausea meds.  I had to have a 10 minute conversation with the nurse to figure out what to take when. (Her best tip:  If the food doesn’t look good — take the drugs!)  I start the Cytoxan tomorrow.  So I’m sending this out while I feel OK.

My husband took me to the infusion center and hung out to make sure they did everything right.  Good to have a physician and perfectionist in the house just now. He pulled the drainage tube out last Friday, after we watched the 5th Harry Potter movie with the kids and before we went to bed.  Just a little quick surgery in the bathroom before bedtime.  The drain had clogged by that time anyway.

Busy day at the infusion center, and it took about 2.5 hours from seeing the oncologist, to setting up the infusion.  The infusion itself took about 10 minutes. I sat next to a man who’s been doing his routine for 10 months, sometimes daily.  Stamina.  That seems a key word.  The appointment time should decrease as we get the routine going.

Fortunately,  I had my college student back-up for errands and other duties today.  And perhaps more fortunately, I realized I’ve got some helpful subscriptions that arrive in my e-mail box strategically on Monday.  So, for those of you who haven’t yet discovered the Ironic Times and Uncle Jay, I’m putting the links here. If you like what you see, you can subscribe too. (Don’t miss the ad at the bottom of the first page.)
(Can’t wait to see what Jay has to say about Republican governors)

Fingers crossed —  and so many thanks to all of you for your concern and uplifting words.  It helps me get through those anxious moments.

P.S.  If you like, you can send my dog good vibes.  It’s his 5th birthday today (My son says 35th if you do the dog math).  Here’s to a long happy life for the both of us.