I go the Cancer Center..I check in..I sit in the waiting room and I look around to see who is also waiting. Is there anyone here I know?
I see lots of people with scarves, caps, no hair..and just normal looking people. I wonder what their stories are. We all speak or nod but we don't carry on much of a conversation. I get called back to lab and have some blood drawn. I then go back to see the doctor or there PA. she checks me out and says I seem fine. Next stop is the treatment hall. Here is where all the poisoning is happening. It is a long large room. Six blue recliners are strategically placed with a small chair for a friend. We have TV's placed to watch what ever we would like. (as long as the person beside you agrees). The last time we were here we had our own private room. I like that best. Today is a full house. There are 4-5 nurses working very hard. As each of us come in...we pick a chair..one the nurses is assigned to you. She makes you comfortable, offers a blanket. She gets her tray of goodies. IV supplies and so forth... She finds my port and hooks me up. IV of just saline and steroids go first for about an hour. During this time..I am watching Rachel , eating my poptarts, Glenn is beside me reading. Little volunteer ladies come thru with their little cart of sundries..."yes I will take a Margarita on the rocks please". Oh I am sorry I thought that would be offered...oh well...I will have lemonade instead.
My nurse brings out my cocktail of the day... the BAG. Two 30 cc syringes of Red Devil. One bag of Cytoxin. She asks my name and birth date to be sure she has the right cocktails for the right patient. Yes that's me!! We were just asked if we would be here for lunch. It's 11:00 and I haven't started on the cocktails yet so yes, we will need lunch. One lady brings us menus. Oh know what a big decision..it is a real menu to choose from. I choose chicken pie, mac and cheese, broccoli and corn bread. yum yum...I just hope I am not feeling queasy when it comes time to eat.I look around and I see patients that have already come and gone. I know Glenn is bored. He is just playing on his Droid..or reading. He says he is fine. One our best friend stops by to hang out and see how I'm doing...I love Greg.(and Kim).
This one older man comes in and turns the TV on this symphony picture channel...it is loud...it sounds like a funeral home!!! It is depressing.. We could use some KC and Sunshine Band!!!What...turn that off...some of us here maybe closer to the funeral home door and don't need any reminders!!! He left and we turned it..Everyone was like "thank you"
So the Red Devil is pushed in. That went ok. Then the Cytoxin which causes me to have a burning headache...last time was kinda bad. I have been dreading this one. It did start burning, the nurse ran it in slower than usual. It was very tolerable. Finally around 1:00 we were all finished and outta there!!!I came home and took a nap for a couple hours...I am feeling pretty good. Just a little weird headache...just a little weird feeling...I can't explain it....I'm just weird!!!
So this was my usual therapy day. I am so glad Glenn can go with me. He is my hero!
Love to all....Mel
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