I just had my first chemo session yesterday September 7, 2016. Before all of this i had made a few choices. I cut my hair so that i would not be traumatized seeing myself bald in the mirror. I also wanted to make it easy for my boys. I also decided on getting the port. I have always had bad luck with my viens and if device helped with the treatments then i was all about it. It did mean that I would have to have surgery for the first time in my life, as well as have anesthesia. I was sore, but it wasn’t bad. I also decided to go into this treatment with an open mind. I prayed that my body could tolerate the treatment and that the side effects would be minimal.
Last night i felt a lot of nausea. I drank a lot of water and had a few bites of food. Today i woke up feeling better and even went to work. I only worked a half a day becuase i had the Neulasta shot, which i call my LoJack. I really felt that anyone could find my location wearing this device on my arm that beeped and made all kinds of noise as it injected my body with fluids, to help build up my immune system.
It’s crazy how much i have been poked and probed in the last month. From the Biopsy on both breasts, to the PET scan, the MUGA scan, to all the blood work needed before Chemo. The veins on my arms and hands are destroyed. And i am sure this is just the beginning.
The great thing is that Richard and i have made the best of it. We have laughed and talked so much crap. It’s what keeps us going. We have joked about me being an overachiever, because i was the first in my genaration to graduate college and i’m the first to get Cancer. I have to stop that!! LOL We have laughed about me being a fiesty old lady with these great perky boobies. The old men will be groping me in the retirement home. My chemo nurse had a blast with us. She even called my hubby “special”… I laughed and told her that is why i married him.