Day 2

I'll try to update each day this week. Perhaps someone in the future that you know will go through this, and you can direct her here and she'll find this helpful. Who knows.

So yesterday Ken and I got to Perelman at 1, but we were a couple minutes late for the appointment because I stopped in the store to buy a sleep hat. I'll get a scarf or two, also, for wearing around the house. At Perelman, I got a blood stick in my finger first, then I met with Dr. Fox and Sara, the NP. She shot information at me so rapid fire, I wouldn't have been able to keep up even if I'd remembered my notebook. Hopefully it is all common sense, like she said.

Next stop, the suite. I had Ken take a couple pictures of me in there, so I'll add one, of course. I had a big "comfy" lounger, but Ken just had a regular chair. There was a tv, but no DVD. We watched DVDs on my computer. They did not bring snacks or anything, so Ken brought me soup at one point during the drip. I burned my tongue, which was pretty stupid considering everyone said my tongue would feel burnt soon.

I cried for a split second when I got the IV, just because I was so terrified. If I hadn't been terrified, it wouldn't have been bad at all. It went in with no trouble. I had five bags of fluid. The first and second were things like Zofram (for nausea) and benedryl and decadron (steroid). Then saline, and then the taxotere. That was the biggie. The nurse asked exactly how I felt, and then stayed with me for the first 10 minutes when it was administered in case I turned out to be allergic. She said it would be obvious if I was: I'd feel sharp stomach pains, or shortness of breath, or tremendous itching. Luckily, none of that occurred, and the time passed uneventfully. The last bag was cytoxan, and then we went home, with me trying to imagine possible symptoms I probably didn't really feel. But it was odd, anyway.

This morning I just wish I'd been able to sleep last night. I'm tired, but like I didn't sleep, not like I have the flu, which is how Sara expected me to feel. I have to go eat breakfast and take a bunch of pills when I finish writing this. I feel like I could eat. We're having beautiful weather today, and I'm hoping to make it out for a walk.

I was poisoned yesterday, and I guess now I'm just waiting for it to kick in and do something to me. I'll let you know when it does! Or maybe Ken will, I don't know.