Final chemo bag being hung.
That makes a current total of 168 hours of chemo continuously dripping into my body. That’s a lot of toxins.
I am sitting here watching my final (Count em: 8!) chemo bag being hung and am excited that this will be the end of the first run. Not that this is overwhelmingly awful, not that I couldn’t take another week if I absolutely needed too. But MAN, am I ready to get out of here!
I have been sitting here in this bed, walking tiny laps around the ward and trying to make the most of this lockdown, but at some point this afternoon I just had an onset of some serious cabin fever. The chemo just kind of knocks you down a peg. You feel your energy wane and just don’t have that typical zip when you go to make a motion. Also, they give you this stuff to rinse out your mouth in order to prevent sores… Day 1, i’m thinking “huh, a little odd, but not ridiculous.” Today I almost threw up just smelling the vile, metallic liquid. I swear it is of the Devil. Of course if I get those mouth sores I’ll be claiming it is heaven sent and swilling the stuff by the gallon, but i’m hoping it doesn’t come to that.
After this next 24 hour drip I am done with the chemo and then just have one more day of followup meds to be administered. These take care of the aftermath of the chemo and give my insides one more good coating before they set me loose on the world for a week or two. 168 hours. Can’t wait for 192.