Yay! My neutrophil count was high enough so I got to have my chemo. Huh, those are words I never thought I would be so excited over.
And before you ask, no, I didn’t ask what the count was. I was so glad I could have my treatment that I didn’t care what the actual number was.
As my treatment was in the afternoon this time there were a lot more patients around. I was in a room with four chairs but unfortunately not the same nice view as last time. At least there was a window. I was the youngest of the 4 of us by at least 20 years though which is a bit of a weird feeling. I had seen that in other blogs from young cancer patients so I was kind of expecting it but it was still weird.
It was the same routine as last time, I took my pills then I got my IV put in. Then it was time for patient identification of the name on the drug bags. One thing I will say, everyone I have dealt with at the cancer agency is good about confirming patient identification.
My nurse had to manually inject the toxic red drug and then the second was run automatically. Again, no wasabi nose but I did start to feel a little tickle. The tickle was not a big deal but it lasted for a little while after I got home so next time I will ask to have the drug run for longer so it shouldn’t be a problem.
Now, I am home, I’ve had dinner, I’m working on my 3rd bottle of water, and I can feel the daze coming on.
And for your final entertainment, here are a couple of photos of my blindingly white scalp:)