May 5 – I’m done! What a feeling. I have to admit that the day (as with most chemo days) gave me mixed emotions. I was ecstatic to be done, but dreading the crappy feeling that would soon take over my body.
The actual treatment itself was again uneventful. I started taking my steroids the day before. This time, I was actually able to get a decent night’s sleep the night before. And I soon found out why. I had goofed on taking the pills. I was supposed to be taking 2 pills 2x/day. Instead, on Thursday night I realized I had only been taking 1 pill 2x/day. Oops. At least my mistake gave me one good night of sleep. I had Bri take a picture of me before we left – I was happy and had 2 thumbs up! I again made desperate attempts to hydrate myself the day before and morning of my treatment so I’d have good veins. When I went back for my blood work, she had trouble getting my vein and commented that I must be dehydrated. Really? So chugging about 100 ounces of liquid in about a 3 1/2 hour time span didn’t really do that much?
After the blood work, I was back to meet with Dr. Biggs. Again, nothing new to report. My blood pressure and blood counts were good. My weight is still up a little, but I’m trying not to worry about that (for now). Dr. Biggs congratulated me on being done. I still can’t read Dr. Biggs, so I didn’t know if he’d accept a hug or not. Instead, we shook hands. With Dr. Penman, the hugs just came naturally, but I don’t hug unless I know the other person would feel completely comfortable.
And then it was back to the chemo room. I scanned the room and jumped into a window seat. This time, I got a hot pack to help give me good veins. And before I knew treatment started. Despite having a bag packed full goodies to keep me entertained, I just kind of sat there and zoned in and out. That Benadryl really does a number on me. Ugh. Bri was with me again and he busied himself by starting to work on plans for our Fair Hill tailgate. By 12:30 PM, I was done!We both spent the afternoon napping on the couch. By Friday, the steroids had me all jacked up again. I cannot sit still when I’m on those drugs, I hate them. I spent a good portion of my day zipping around the house cleaning. I mostly focused on our upstairs, thoroughly cleaning bathrooms, stripping all the linens, vacuuming, etc. Man, I was a cleaning machine. I also managed to go to the grocery store and make dinner. I knew I shouldn’t overdo it because I would slowly wear myself down, but I was in go mode.
When I was first diagnosed and we were navigating all of my appointments and treatments scenarios, Bri made a flow chart. I am so happy that we are getting closer and closer to the end of the flow chart. Cheers to another phase over and done with!