Well, as you may have figured out, I did not get my second Abraxane treatment on Monday. I woke up at Mom & Dad's, and was so exhausted and out of breath that taking a 5 min shower turned into a half hour event....sit up on the couch, sit for five min to catch my breath....walk upstairs to the bathroom, sit dow for 10 min to catch my breath. Take a five min shower, sit for 15 min drying off and getting dressed, breathing like I just completed the biggest endurance test of my life. But I needed to get to Romer's I needed to get that second tx of Abraxane.
My counts werent stellar, but my exhaustion was pretty evident to Joni and she didnt waste any time paging Romer, who said no chemo, and to have me admitted asap. So Joni taped up my already accessed port and mom & I headed off to Kettering. It was freezing and raining, and I felt like absolute CRAP.
We arrived at the hospital around 9am Monday, and it wasnt long before I was getting another CT scan and a chest X-Ray. Monday and the last four days have been a blur of pleasant visits, a consistently poor appetite with the exception of a Marion's pizza, a little more vomiting than Im used to, and a growing love affair with the pain killer Dilaudid.
These blood transfusions have really been the highlight of the last few months havent they? Not such a big deal anymore. Im half asleep on Monday night and they inform me Ill be getting another two units of blood that night, and platelets in the morning since Id be having another thorocentisis at noon the next day. Really? Ok, Im going to bed now. No joke. They might as well have told me they were turning the light on. I slept right through it. Mom was up for the whole 2-nurse confirmation process when they bring the blood and make damn sure the patitient is getting the right blood, but as far as my memory is concerned, it may never even happened.
Ok, enough yapping....KJ & Watts pose for a picture, Watt's eyes glued firmly towards the camera.
Stacy and Luke came to visit Tuesday and about seventeen nurses fell in love with Luke. They were filing in and out of my room, and I hear he gave a rip-roaring performance of cuteness at the nurses station:
Oh yeah, did I mention I had to get ANOTHER thorocentisis on Tuesday? Yeah. Same lung. 800 ml removed two weeks ago, 1000 ml removed this time....IN. THE. SAME. LUNG. You know me, always gotta top myself.....
Not too shabby on the flowers, huh? Too bad they deemed me "Neutropenic" today and I had to get rid of all of them (dont worry, dad just took them home). I guess it just means my white cells sucks and everyone has to wear a mask when they come in.
You didnt think you'd get to the end of this without a slide show of Drew's visit to Aunt Fort did you??
Well, this was my first Thanksgiving in a hospital, and I could almost GUARANTEE that in all my 30 years, the Thanksgiving with the LEAST calories consumed - seriously, I bet I consumed fewer calories than I did at 11 months.