Chemo Day 3

Bad and Breakfast  Since my last chemo session, I had a port implant, which went well. The stay in hospital was not the most pleasant – do things like this only happen at Panorama?  I asked a sister for water at 3.30pm (that was many hours after my op and after I had already consumed two jugs of water) and aconfused-smiley-300x247nother two nurses thereafter and guess what time I received water next to my bed? 6.30pm. Is water rationed??

 

The next day I woke up at 5am STARVING and my breakfast only
arrived past nine and my menu selection clearly stated COLD milk but I received hot milk with my cornflakes – yuk!  I had to send it back plus the fried eggs – nuke them please!  (At a previous visit I ordered muesli and received Granola – it’s like blessing the pork by saying ‘it’s fish it’s fish’….)

I just about gobbled it up when at 9.30 they came to fetch my plates – whoa, okay take everything just leave my coffee!  It was a Saturday morning but do they think we’re all speed eaters?? Oh…. and not to mention the fact that I ended up on the operating table without a tag on my arm stating who I am and which doctor I belong to….

I don’t think I’m unduly fussy considering the prices charged by the Mediclinic Group.  I once stayed overnight at the Caledon Provincial hospital and their breakfast consisted of coffee with 5 sugars and a bowl of oats holy-moly-smileyloaded with sugar, both of which I kindly donated to my neighbour. I didn’t complain because the whole overnight stay probably cost me R30,00!

My port operation went well (thanks for sending the angels Margaret) except the anesthetist had a battle trying to find a vein which left a big black bruise on my arm. Here I am after my op.

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Bad Blood   Before chemo one has to go for a blood test to check white and red blood cells and kidney function. My white blood cell count was too low for more chemo so I had to have two injections of Neupogen. Small injections into the stomach, not painful at all. They cause the bone marrow to produce more white blood cells and I was warned that it could cause lower back pain – WOW they weren’t kidding!  I took Tramacet for the pain (I NEVER take painkillers, pain must be extreme before I relent), but I swear the pain went away once Donavon (Michaela’s friend who is a healer) lay his hands on me… the pain was gone – zip, zilch, even though I had another Neupogen injection the day after.  I had no further ill effects after the second injection.

Finally,  Chemo Day 3   Today, 24 May, I had another looooong chemo session – I was there about 8.15am and left around 2.30pm.  The first time my port was in use and it was a great success.  They stick the needle into the port like this.

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Many people were nodding off at about lunchtime and some were knitting.  I was a busy bee on my laptop and got a lot done.  Bianca would very much like me to join team knitting in order to knit baby clothes for the far-in-the-future baby!  We’ll see next time.

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For some strange reason I craved Coke which I haven’t had for years!  So I allowed myself two cans when I came home – practically had one after the other. Very weird. But I believe if you don’t give in to your cravings you end up eating replacements that just leave you dissatisfied. So I rather just give in to a craving and be done with it.

I have another much shorter session next week, if my blood test result is acceptable.

 

Chemo Day 2

Well, after my last session I only started feeling normal again on Day 5. I had a whole range of side effects, every day something new, mainly heartburn, tinnitus, and the flu symptoms with fever.  Since night before last, a pain moving up and down my arm and today the veins in my hand are purple.  Chemo Sister says it’s the chemo drug that does that. The drugs bugger up the veins and eventually all the veins in my arms are going to look like that.  She struggled this morning, says I’m too fine and my veins are too fine, she’s going to ask the doctor if I can have a port implanted. It makes it easier for them to plug the chemo tubes into the port (which is already inserted into a large vein), and will save my veins. But that will mean an operation under full aneasthetic which I’m not sure my lungs will handle.  I’m waiting for the doctor’s decision.

Next chemo session if all goes according to plan, will be in 2 weeks’ time.  Ah and I completely overjudged the space – there are +- 15 lazy boys, not 30!