Once every two minutes or so this thing makes a noise like hoarse mice fighting, and drips another tenth of a milliliter of 5FU into my blood stream. Yuck.
I got back from chemo yesterday at about 3:30 and realized that in the last 24 hours I’d had: vicodin, ambien, milk of magnesia, percocet, oxaliplatin, aloxi, lukovorin, 5FU, and zofran. I haven’t taken any recreational drugs (besides cafein and alcohol) for over 20 years.. Not a principle thing, just not my style. This sucks.
Billy came over and made some delicious chicken soup. I didn’t eat much, and it didn’t stay down. So much for this new stuff not being so bad. Doc.. you’d better try more skill. I have a feeling that they’re running out of antiemetics.
I need to get dressed and go back in. More later.
Thank you all over and over for being part of this whole trip. When I’m feeling this crappy, I think of all the folks out there without insurance, without support, without savings.. folks who find out late.. folks who have no choice but to continue working through treatment.. Folks who don’t have a cheering section. I don’t think I could do it. Those folks are made of sterner stuff than I. The fact that in this great nation it is possible for people to end up in that situation is barbaric. On their behalf, we should be DEMANDING reform. Profiteering on peoples’ health should not be legal.
(whoa.. where’d that soap box come from?)
My love to you all.