Inevitably, it’s smooth sailing through chemo for Wednesday and Thursday and then I head in to the oncologist Friday morning to have the infusion pump decoupled from my port-catheter.
Well, smooth sailing may be a bit overly optimistic. Over the last year I have just learned how to make the best I can of it all …
While in the Infusion Suite (no, that name doesn’t make me feel better about why I’m there and what goes on while I’m there) receiving my infusion of Avastin my face turns a ghastly white … I mean all color leaves my face and I look coffin ready. Then for Thursday and Friday … my color returns with a passion and I’m red faced.
Learning the best way to sleep with the infusion pump on Wednesday and Thursday nights took me eight months … but now that is a piece of cake. Of course for the first 24 hours or so after they remove my infusion pump after chemo, I keep thinking it is still hooked up and make movement allowances for the 4 feet of tubing and the infusion pump bag …
And I’ve learned to be proactive in the battle against nausea and constipation (hey, I believe in being honest … brutally so at times) by taking both Zofran (for nausea) and store brand Senekot-S (for constipation) twice daily during chemo … and I avoid overeating and make sure I drink lots of liquids (apparently that’s the #1 problem people who struggle with chemo have … not getting enough fluids.)
Which brings me back to the post-chemo crash … usually sometimes between 6 and 7pm Friday I am overwhelmed by this need to take a nap … keeping my eyes open is not an option … neither is sitting up … my body is shutting down … crashing … and I need to lay down.
I tell my wife, “Sheryl, I’m going to take a little nap.” and she knowingly shakes her head in acknowledgment realizing she now has free reign on the TV remote for the rest of the evening … she won’t see me till morning. And I usually don’t get up from my little ‘nap’ until 8 or 9am Saturday morning.
Unfortunately this week that little post chemo crash occurred in the midst of chemo on Thursday night and my little nap lasted almost 15 hours … so now it’s 3:30am Saturday morning, I can’t sleep and I’m blogging.
Not complaining Lord … so thankful to be alive and winning the battle!