The last couple of days I’ve been feeling pretty normal. I’ve been able to drive around, run errands and just feel like myself again.
Well, except for the whole not having hair part.
It still feels funny to sleep with no hair. I have this weird phantom feeling like my hair is still there, and I catch myself wanting to flip it back and forth.
I’m pretty much wearing hats or a hoodie full-time because my little bald head gets cold. I’m also still using a tiny bit of shampoo for the peach fuzzies.
Last night I started feeling anxious and getting flashbacks from my first chemo, so I just tried to relax as much as I could. I also had to take dexamethasone, which helps prevent swelling but unfortunately is a steroid, so I woke up at 2 a.m. and couldn’t fall back asleep.
This morning when I got to the clinic, they put me in a different pod with a different nurse.
Oh! Last week when I was getting hydration, I was also in a different pod with a nurse I didn’t know. She looked at me and said:
“Oh, are you the one with the diarrhea?”
LOL.
I wonder if that’s how I’m known around here now.
Ew.
Today they started me with Perjeta and then Herceptin. After that, I’ll get the anti-nausea meds and Ativan before the chemo drugs.
I started feeling a little uneasy when the Perjeta started because that’s the one I associate with the crazy diarrhea. Luckily, I took an Imodium this morning just in case because I cannot be having explosions in the ONE shared bathroom they have here.
Before all of this, I was someone who wouldn’t even take aspirin. If I had a headache, I’d just power through it.
Now I’m popping pills left and right.
I’ll take a picture of all the medications I have so far because it’s a pretty crazy sight.
Okay, I’m done with Perjeta and Herceptin. Now they’re giving me the anti-nausea and sleepy meds. It’s 10:45 a.m., and I’ve been here since 8:30.
Today is Netflix day.
I’ve watched the Kevin Hart and Jonas Brothers documentaries, and also Ronny Chieng’s show. At first I didn’t want to watch him because he was sooooooo annoying in Crazy Rich Asians, but he’s actually a pretty funny guy.
I’m down to my last two chemo drugs now. This time I don’t have to be observed for an hour between each one, so the day is flying by compared to my first treatment.
Afterward, I have to get Neulasta, the on-body injector that looks like a cute little beeper until it stabs you!
And then I get my Lupron shot.
The nurse looked at everything I was getting today and said:
“You are getting a lot of pokes today!”
My next visit with my medical oncologist is January 23.
I’m crossing my fingers because when I saw her two weeks ago, she told me that my tumor already felt much softer and smaller.
It makes me feel better knowing that this is working.
All the suffering hasn’t been for nothing. 🙂
