Another week, another chemo.
But before I had chemo, Katherine came home for a visit. It was really nice to see her and spend time with her. We went shopping, she cooked and we just generally spent time together. (She also got to see her other Indy friends and Butler people.) The five of us even went to church together, though it id take three cars. It was a good time all around.
Aren't we pretty?
This week was my second chemo treatment. It was another very long day, though for different reasons this time around.
We (me, Mom and our friend Wendy) had to be at IU Hospital at 7 on Wednesday. (I really dislike mornings, especially when it isn't for something fun.) We were at IU Hospital for my surgery to have a port "installed". A port is a small medical appliance that is installed beneath the skin. A catheter connects the port to a vein. Under the skin, the port has a septum through which drugs can be injected and blood samples can be drawn may times, usually with less discomfort and difficulty than a regular needle stick. The surgery wasn't bad, from my point of view anyway- you will have to ask Mom how it was in the waiting area. They used conscious sedation but I am pretty sure I fell asleep, though there is also an amnesia drug used as well. In recovery I learned that I don't take even conscious sedation well and I felt sick to my stomach for longer than anticipated but everything stayed down (not that there was anything to come up since I hadn't eaten for about 12 hours). Then came lunch (happy time! contrary to popular belief, I like food).
We walked over to the IUPUI Student Center to eat in the food court. I had fried ravioli and some french fries, it was all very yummy. We ran into Dad, he was doing a story on something and shooting it in the student center.
Then we went to the IU Cancer Center for chemo. They took a blood sample through the port and we waited for the results. The results and drugs arrived around 3, by which time Dad had gotten off work and joined us. The administration of the drugs went quickly and without problem.
Check out the sign Dad made for the car
and the awesome shoes my cousin Kristen made
(completely cover in glitter- inside and out).
Not the most flattering shot but you can't always looks amazing.
Mom, Dad and I came home. I slept, they ate and then I woke up and ate.
All in all this treatment went better than the first and the first went well to begin with. Thursday and Friday I slept less than I had before, I'm not sure if I was less tired or if I was less motivated to sleep. I've been running errands with Mom, cleaning my room (I know, I know, you thought that never happened, however, it is an ongoing process) and being social. The port and the incisions from the installation are quite uncomfortable. I am getting tired of wearing button-up shirts, I can't really lift my arms to put on a pull over shirt. My ribs don't hurt as much which is very nice but I am still having some back pain. Given the problems I could be having, I don't have anything to complain about.
I don't have chemo again until Dec 5, nearly three weeks. There will probably be an update before then. In the time between I am looking forward to a hair cut (not a shave, but something fun and different and shorter), Thanksgiving, a week of doing whatever I want and another Purple Party (there are still spaces available, let me know asap if you are interested).