First day of chemo, done. A bit of a rough start becaue they couldn't find a sufficient vein. Two nurses, several pokes and they finally called someone to use an ultrasound machine to find a deeper vein in my upper arm. That worked. But it looks like I will be getting a port in on March 3. The good thing was, I have no fear of needles. Nada. I think the nurses hurt more than I.
When I was being given the second drug a headache began that came home with me and got progressively worse throughout the evening into the night. And then nausea started (I think from the headache?) but the meds, the arsenal of anti-nausea meds, took care of it.
Three kids went with me to the infusion. One Camille, baby girl sat behind me in the car and played with my hair and rubbed my head on the drive home. Soothed my headached head without any solicitation on my part. :) One Brooke, great mama daughter tucked me in bed and made a big pot of Tuscan Bean and Kale soup from the Rebecca Katz cooking for cancer cookbook, before she went home to her own family and houseguests, and one sweet son Zachary spent the night and set his alarm three times in the night to be sure I stayed on top of my pills. This was my anti-barf brigade standing at the front lines! And it worked. So far so good.
This morning I awoke feeling pretty good. A little off but nothing to even remark about. More birds each day are still singing out there at the creek. Oh and this whole colony of ducks, noisy as can be are carrying on about something or another. I was videotaping the scene because it was very remarkable until son Zak photo bombed it by tiptoeing up, sneaking up behind me and saying in my ear, "Effen Ducks!" sigh And he didn't say effen. He rhymed.
I'm looking forward to a slow day, some long easy walking and fresh air, and maybe calling any or all kids over for a game of rummy tonight? It used to be Jameson and rummy. Tonight, for me, it will just be Zofran and rummy. But hey, I'll take it!