Feeling strong today…. then I received this nice card from my Aunt Kathy:
Now I feel stronger than ever.
Tweaked the way my posts show up now so that the most recent is on the front page. I figure most everyone who’s gonna visit has already done so, so this is to make it easier to catch up (thanks Cathy for the suggestion).
Today I got my homework chemo pump taken off so I’m unhooked for the next 12 days, yay! Exactly 2 minutes later I was in the shower for the first time in 3 and a half days, a new personal record for me.
The nurses have been warning me that I should start to feel crappy about 2 days after the main chemo session, but I haven’t had many issues yet, other than an increased sensitivity to cold, which happened almost immediately after coming home on Wednesday. Being in good health going into this treatment is going to make the difference I think, and I plan on dodging the other nasty side effects by keeping my strength up, both physically and spiritually. So far it’s working, people!
Had my first round of chemo this morning, took 6 hrs from check-in to check-out. Lots of info flying around and machines beeping. The nurse hit me up with a half-dose of Benadryl to start things off which made me pleasantly fuzzy-headed but nowhere near the tripped-out state I was yesterday when they put the chemo port in my chest (that was fun…. didn’t feel a thing).
Anyhow, they’ve sent me home with homework in the form of a small pressure pump filled with another chemo cocktail that is supposed to stay hooked up to my port until about noon Friday, when a nurse will come out and end the final part of this first salvo. Sleeping oughta be fun tonight!
After we received the reality of my situation, Christine would often ask how I felt and I would have to remind her that I was still the same doofus as before we got the bad news. Not the case now: I’m changing because of the chemo’s effects and it’s one that i’m owning. I may not have caused this cancer, but I’m sure going to end it…. with your help, of course. I’m on the warpath and am flying to each cancerous cell on the wings of your support and prayer. Together we’ll end this and it started today.
‘Big Duke 6 to Eagle Thrust, put on heading 270, assume attack formation.’
‘That’s a roger Big Duke, OK we’re going in, here we go’
Here’s the schedule for this week:
Monday AM – I go in for an MRI, the last scan scheduled – at the last minute by my oncologist. I don’t have claustrophobia so I think I’ll do okay, it’s the super-early start time (6:30AM) I disagree with, as some of you are aware I’m not a morning person.
Tuesday AM – I’m back at the Duke University Hospital to receive my port implant – again with the early start time (8:30). I’ll be sedated for this one so no eating or drinking anything beforehand. Bleah.
Wednesday AM – back early (8:00) for my first round of chemotherapy. Finally we get the show on the road and the physical destruction (and subsequent healing) can begin. This will take several hours, every 2 weeks, for about 12 sessions. For those of you following along at home, I’ll be taking a combination of Folfox and Avastin, along with Fluorouracil 5-FU , Leucovorin, Oxaliplatin, and Bevacizumab. With a water chaser, hopefully.
So my brother Billy hooked me up with my own blog via WordPress so I can write a little bit about what I’m going thru, without having to constantly be updating everyone i know via social media. I’m blessed to have so many friends and family but i’d never get anything done if i had to keep them all up to date individually. Thus, this nifty blog. Thanks Billy!
I’ll write more later, after i figure out how to make the site purty. That is, after all, what I do as my day job…