The good bit… That’s sessions C5/1 and R23/7 complete.
Seven days of treatment to go.
The not so good bit…
My sister ran me to the chemo ward this morning, although I can’t say I was particularly chatty during the journey. I had another dreadful night last night with a combination of throat and mouth pain, and the seemingly unstoppable tsunami of gooey crap that wants to issue forth.
I can’t wait for this to be over.
It’s starting to get me down and, as I’m spending much of the night up and alone at my desk, I don’t want the dark thoughts to start circling again like birds of prey.
Evil, nasty birds of prey with cold, dark eyes and shark beaks.
And excellent excrement targeting abilities.
I’ll have to be careful.
Many of you may know that finding a vein in which to insert a cannula isn’t exactly an easy process where I’m concerned. And, of course, chemo can’t begin until that has happened.
Today was the worst of the lot. Several attempts in – including one that stung like a nazi wasp licking acid from a thistle – and a plan was concocted.
“We need to heat your hands.”
“Your hands. If we heat them, it can sometimes help the veins to raise up and show themselves.”
“Oh, OK. How do we do that, then?”
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you this…
I sat for twenty minutes looking like an albino Pingu while the nurses hurried off to deal with other patients and left me to bake slowly under a medium heat from the fingers down.
But, it did the trick and – half an hour later – I was all cannulad up and ready to go. My first bags of fluid – anti-sickness drugs and detoxing flush – were set up…
…and I fell straight to sleep.
In fact, I dozed in fits and starts for most of the day.
I had hoped to get some work done, but they’d only been able to connect the chemo to my right hand, which meant that had to stay perfectly still.
Fast forward five long hours, and I was free to go. Well, to go downstairs and have my radiotherapy session. I was on a machine in a different lab for that today, although I’d met two of the three radiographers there before.
Gripping stuff this blog, isn’t it?
Finally, my sister ran me home where I now sit – staring at the two
lovely yummy disgusting sickly bottle of nutrient-rich vanilla milkshake that I know I have to flush down my tube before I do much else.
Although… Kirsty got me a NutriBullet this week. She’s going to make some high energy juices for the peg (and eventually, my mouth) to make sure I continue taking all the right vitamins and minerals on board.
Do you have a favourite juice/smoothie recipe? Something that gives you a boost when you need it?
Any hints or tips for using the NutriBullet?
If so, please feel free to share them in the comments below.
In the meantime, I’m off for a lie down where I imagine I’ll dream of myself as the Vanilla Ice of the penguin world…