Round One

"LLLLllllet's get ready to be nauseous!"  

Ok, I am officially a blog slacker!  Sorry, I intended to blog earlier about my first round of chemo.  I received my first dose on January 4th, it took a little over three hours for the whole process.  I think my infusion took 2 1/2 hours.  The infusion was truly no big deal.  They give you some anti-nausea medicine before they start the infusion along with some medicine to calm your nerves.  My nerves did not really need calming but I figured they know what they are doing.  I am such a light weight and never take any kind of medication so I fell asleep.  Which is probably why the infusion was not a big deal to me.  I was told that the anit-nausea meds they gave me should last through the day and I could start on the five different pills they gave me the next morning.  Well anyone who knows me knows that I had Hyperemesis gravidarum, extreme nausea and vomiting, during my pregnancies, so needless to say I started feel sick about three hours after my infusion.  All the meds I am on are great at keeping things in but not so great at making me feel better.  So the nausea lasted until Saturday and I basically slept off and on between Tuesday and Saturday. 

I was given a booster shot on Wednesday to help increase my WBC count and was told that this would make me feel like a horse had kicked me, mostly in the big bone areas that would produce the most WBCs.  I did not experience any horse kicking but did have times of random bone pain, mostly in my low back and pelvis.

All in all the experience was not too bad, I pray that it stays like this.  I realize that the further I get into this the less my body will be able to help me out.

Enough about chemo.  I find it strange that people are sooo amazed at how well I am "taking" all this.  Really,  what benefit would I have from sitting at home on the couch crying all day.  It is not that I don't think this stinks, but it is my life at this point and I try to be a joy-filled individual at all times.  So to all those out there that just do not get it.  It is ok, but I am just going to keep on with my positive attitude and be grateful for everyday I wake up!

Oh by the way, I still have my hair.  I am at day eleven and just this morning started to see a little extra falling out in my shower.  I do not have anxiety about losing my hair, but apparently I have anxiety about when I am going to lose it.  I had many dreams the night before last about losing my hair in the most awkward places and at the most inopportune times.  It actually is quite funny!  I go today to get my synthetic wig and hope to get a real hair wig shortly.

I pray that you all have a blessed day and hope to blog more often.  God Bless!