|The Princess Host|
My second chemo treatment was much better than the first one, primarily because there should not be anything "unexpected", as related to my treatment. My amazing father was present for this treatment. (I am so blessed to have my parents available to support me during my journey!) Shown on the right is the sterile kit that the nurse gets for accessing my port, which has surgical gloves, cleaning swabs, access port, saline for flushing, etc... You'll also see the blood vials that she fills up for CBC counts and whatever other blood work that Jeff (my Oncology-Certified Nurse Practioner) orders. I haven't send Dr. Jones in a while, but that's good news. As long as my appointments are with Jeff, then it means treatment is good (or so I'm told).
|Four Bags of Pre-Meds|
Chemotherapy side effects were much better this time, until Monday morning hit. As Halloween day progressed, the nausea became increasingly worse, as did the vomiting. (Descriptive, but I'm keeping it real!). I called the doctor (and had to pass the phone to Daddy for another epsidode while on the phone.) More antiemetics were prescribed, and I was told to come into the office the next day for more fluids. Saying I was hit by a truck was an understatement, and we kept wondering why it waited until day 5 to happen.
|The FBI Intern|
It is now Thursday, and I received fluids on Tuesday at the treatment center. I still have waves of nausea (and can't watch Food Network, yet), but everyday is getting better. This coincided with the days that my White Count is low, and I was unable to work during days 7-10. House arrest or not, I couldn't leave the house if I had to! The Henderson household isn't back to singing yet, but maybe we're almost there! Wonder what tune the third verse will be sung too?
P.S. I love my Daddy!