4th chemo. I worried myself shitless about FEC 4 after I developed phlebitis after 3. By the week before it was due though, I gave myself a talking to; I was ruining my quality of life by worrying in between cycles. It worked reasonably well. Less worrying, more peace of mind.
Day before, I was still managing to keep my mind off it, just. Chemo day dawned though and I couldn't avoid it anymore. We arrived and were taken in 1/2 hour late. G, the male nurse I had for chemo 2. Well, he was fast and efficient at least. Knew well what he was doing, thank goodness after last time with the sister from hell, who it now transpires, may well have caused my phlebitis due to her dodgy needle insertion.
Anyway, my worst fears were avoided. G found another vein in my right hand, wrist actually (really fucking hurt, having a needle put into the wrist). He'd phoned the consultant and had been advised to give me a shot of hydro cortisone prior to chemo to stop any adverse reaction. I had my Emend anti sickness and off he went, a bit too quickly really as he hadn't given the anti sickness time to kick in. I was jumpy, nervous and scared. No two ways around it. G commented on it but continued. Half way through I developed a bad bout of shivering and was FREEZING. G didn't stop or appear unduly worried, but after he'd finished he tucked my coat around me. Very thoughtful.
Before I left, he went through my meds with me. I've got more now, to keep the sickness under control. As we left, I felt like shit and started to cry, so we sat down for a bit. Then I felt puky and thankfully made it to the loo in time. I felt much better after being sick, if still somewhat weepy. However, I could tell anymore exertion of any kind would set the nausea off again, so I sucked it up and went home.
I stayed on the sofa all evening. Tried to go to bed once but it was too noisy upstairs so went down to the sofa again. I briefly considered going home, but not a good idea really, being on my own on chemo day.
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