What was that saying, what doesn't kill ya will cure ya, or was that the other way around? I had my first chemo infusion yesterday. Everything was fine until after the infusion was nearly over. Then, So so so not fun. The toilet and my face were re-acquainted, my arm is STILL tender from where it swelled all up, and ..."SNAP!!!" OWWW!!!!...(that was that complaint button I told you about....)
Hey I was very proud of myself that I hadn't lost any weight (Whoa that STILL too is freaky to me) AND I only took a cab once today to the hospital when I felt REALLY lousy - the rest of the time, I walked! I am really trying hard to do everything the doctors order, but with the nausea it is getting kinda hard. I am sticking to it though.
I am making all sorts of friends at the cancer center. Most of the patients there are just struggling through this like I am, but it is nice to know we are not alone. One sweet gentleman that has a great waxed handlebar mustache, has a wonderful full voice, and sings his answered to the nurses, asked where that big smile from last week went. When I told him I just had my first infusion , everyone there just understood. I showed him a pic of my boys and he showed me pics of his grand kids.
I brought big pics of all the kids and put them on my desk to help keep me motivated to do what I am supposed to, even when all I want to do is curl up in a ball and cry. Luckily, I haven't done that yet. (Hey, I STILL might just do that, I am just saving it til the right time...)
Somehow, this just seemed to fit today...
