The chemo went well
yesterday. The appointment was for 1.30. We didn’t leave until nearly 5pm.
First we were given
a long chat about what was involved, possible side effects & what to do if
I had any. I was also asked if I would like an appointment for a wig. They
arrange this at this stage so they can check the colour, consistency & sort
of style you normally have while you still have all your hair. It does not
oblige you take a wig if you do lose your hair or even say you will lose your
hair. It’s just so they’re prepared if you should decide you want a free NHS
wig. I decided I might as well see what they’re like these days although I’m thinking
of going on some Islamic sites to discover how best to drape scarves &
shawls around my head if I should need it. Some Muslim women do wear some very
attractive head wear to cover their hair. Such scarves etc. could equally cover
my bald or thinning hair. I may even conclude bald is in & I have a shapely
skull. Who knows? I’ll only find out when, & if, the time comes, that I
lose my hair.
I was then taken
into the treatment room where others were having their chemo. First they
changed the dressing on the PICC line, cleaning the dried blood away &
sterilising the lines & connections, before putting on a new dressing.
Then some blood was
taken for pre-meds. Some tests will be done on that to establish which are the
most likely side effects of the chemo for me personally. Nothing was said to me
by the time we left so I assume I’ll be told that next week.
Next came 3
anti-nausea chemicals. The stomach lining always has very vast reproducing cells.
Under normal conditions the gastric acids bite into the cells of the lining so
they have to be replaced often. Chemo attacks any fast growing cells first so
the stomach lining is likely to be affected.
After that came the
actual chemo, paclitaxel. That takes a good hour to drip down the line.
While all of this
was being done, The Fox went off first to buy a digital thermometer. I have to
take my temperature if I feel either very hot or shivery. That’s one of the side
effects & possibly a sign of some infection. He also strolled into
Lancaster to get some milk as we were running out. After coming back &
discovering I was still tied up, he went off for a drink at a bar across the
canal & read a magazine a bit.
Eventually I was
done. I left armed with a book on chemo
including a list of side effects & what to do, the 24 hour emergency number
& a diary to keep of any side effects. I was given a pack of anti-nausea
pills with instructions how to take them, in case I needed them. I’ve also been
given a card so if I do have to go to A&E while I’m receiving chemo, I will
go straight in & not have to wait in the waiting area – there are too many
people with bugs around there & I will become more susceptible to bugs of all sorts as
my white blood cell count will inevitably go down with the chemo. If I do go down with infections
they will slow down the chemo – it can’t be done if I have an infection – as well
as probably be more severe, possibly leading to sepsis. I suppose this card can
be seen as one advantage of having chemo.
Another is that it
might cure my psoriasis. That is principally caused by the overproduction of
cells so that too is likely to be under attack as is the stomach lining. If the
chemo achieves that it will be quite something.
I was also told on
leaving to go to my surgery & arrange blood test for every Friday. It must
be Friday as my chemo will be always be on Monday. So after we left we headed
first to the surgery to make the appointments, which have duly been done, at
least for the next 4 weeks. We seem to be going to every practice in the group
for them but at least I managed to get them on Friday so I won’t have to make other
trips into Lancaster to have them done on Friday at the hospital.
By the time we left
the surgery it was nearly 6pm. I was gasping for a drink. I’d only had one
beaker of water at the hospital with its very drying atmosphere. We decide to
eat while we were there.
Now we know the
regular routine. Friday, at some time, for blood lets at one of the numerous
surgeries in the practice. Monday, at some time, for a 2½ hour session. I will
take plenty of reading & puzzle books, maybe even the tablet, to keep going
during the long boring sit. I’m not quite sure the Fox knows quite what he’s
going to do. If it was summer, he could have some pleasant strolls along the
canal but that has less appeal on a cold wet wintry day as it’s more likely to
be at this time of year. He’s never been
a great window shopper to enjoy a stroll around the shops of Lancaster. Parking
around the hospital is so scarce that if we’ve managed to find a spot, he’s
reluctant to take the car home & not be able to park when he returns to
collect me. Maybe he can find a nice relaxing coffee shop or go to the library
for a quiet read. If necessary he can always use his free bus pass to go into
the city centre & back. There are plenty of buses that pass the hospital as
it’s on the way to the university & many students live off campus, in Lancaster
itself.
As for any effects.
So far I haven’t felt any adverse effects. I was very tired after such a long hospital
trip, but on the other hand that would have been the case anyhow so I don’t see
any point about worrying about that. I can’t say it’s exceptional for me these
days. I was surprised to find I woke up mid-sleep in pain but not pain in my
shoulder, but once more in my knees. It was like old times. When the Fox joined
me in bed, I snuggled in & found I was not nearly as uncomfortable as I had
been. This morning I felt round the lump. I’m surprised to say it already feels
smaller. That maybe why I’m feeling more comfortable. Or it may just be wishful
thinking, though I wasn't expecting such a quick reduction.
On the whole I’m
feeling relieved. Now I know the schedule of what’s happening & can plan my
life around that. The PICC line seems to be working well, a definite
improvement on regular needles going in twice a week for so long. I’m already
feeling that benefit. I also feel the medication seems to going the right
direction even though some nastiness may lie ahead.
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