Considering I started round 3 it’s probably time to recap round 2. I mean there’s only six rounds- if I can recap 12 months of my children’s first years of life I can surely manage six chemo recaps?
I was nervous going in for this round. Just the unexpected and honestly having them access my port for the first time freaked me the F out (turns out freezing spray and amazing nurses made that go smoothly). Day 1 I was in the office for 6 hours. Days 2-4 I only had to pop in for a zofran drip and to get a bag change for my sweet messenger bag. And day 5 I was there for 2 hours.
And those were the only times I left the house.
This round was harder during the actual round. I was way more nauseous. I would get this crazy steroid high on Monday & Tuesday morning but by the afternoon was worthless on the couch (it doesn’t help that chemo insomnia has me waking up at 330 most mornings… and the peeing every few hours because they’re pumping so much liquid into me). And by Wednesday I was a shell of a person just taking naps and trying to binge watch hart of Dixie on Netflix.
But the recovery seemed faster. On friday evening when i broke free of my chemo pack I was SO EXCITED. It was k’s birthday- I wasn’t on chemo anymore. I was chugging Gatorade (2 quarts is a LOT of Gatorade), I was allowed to shower for the first time in 4 days!
I left the office with a neulasta patch. It’s a motorized patch that delivers my bone marrow boost 26 hours after my last round of chemo. That adminstired itself on Saturday night. That’s when my bone pain set in. I’d say that the bone pain is one of my worst side effects. Clothing touching my body feels like daggers. I want to wrap myself in a heating pad (i.e. Electric blanket? I should look into that). Come to find out my bone marrow is a freaking rockstar. It shoots my white blood cells to levels 6x of a normal person and never drops much lower than the low side of average. My doctor was absolutely giddy upon seeing my levels sky rocket- then drop- then bounce above normal again. It also means with my levels not dropping too low I get a 20% up in chemo dosage each time. So by round 6 I’ll be getting double what I got round one (if my maths correct. That’s honesrly the first time I’ve done that math before and it’s horrifying).
My mouth sores weren’t as bad- the bone pain was excruciating but manageable. And the nausea drifted away. By Wednesday of week 2 I was working out! I fit in FIVE workouts between Wednesday and Sunday. We had dinner with friends. I felt like a normal person (a bald one. But a normal one!).
Speaking of being bald.
I’m letting my bald flag fly. I can’t do hats anymore. They’re hot and itchy and the girls hate them. And as soon as I realized I was wearing them to make other people feel better about ME being sick I said – f it! I’ll tan my melon and rock it. People have been SO SWEET. Strangers come up and compliment me on my fantastic head shape (thanks mom & dad for letting me be a stomach sleeper when I was an infant). It also helps that I now look JUST like my favorite rapper pitbull.
In other news I had a PET scan to check on bertha’s progress. And I’m SO happy to report she’s shrinking. And shrinking quickly! I was hoping I’d go in and it would be all “your cancer free! Let’s cancel those last 3 rounds!” But turns out it doesn’t work like that anyplace besides my dreams.
So there’s round 2 and the aftermath of round 2 in a nutshell.
my hair started getting SO patchy. so i made mike take duct tape to it.
and then i made him shave it to finish it off. for better or worse people!
once it was gone and tanned it felt SO much better!
one of my first pilates classes back. i think was sore for dayyyys.
i can’t explain it. . .but i now feel the need to dress like pitbull. with my cool edge haircut.