Yesterday was the second Taxol treatment. I went in with a cold and was hoping that would not prevent me from getting the treatment. I was looking forward to being able to begin the countdown from 10 for the next 10 Tuesdays. It's almost a better number to countdown from since even Sesame Street Kids can countdown from 10 to 1 and then that lovely number 0
I was lucky...even with the cold, I could go ahead with the chemo. I was told I can also take whatever I normally do for a cold, since there are no restrictions on Taxol and that was good news! I'll breathe much better tonight. My bloods came out OK, except it showed I am still anemic, but not in danger zone right now. However, she did warn me that it is possible there is another blood transfusion in my future; I just have to wait and see.
We got in about 11:00, but didn't officially get started until about 12:30. I was given the saline drip, as normal, and then the pre-meds. You do remember me mentioning that Benedryl as a part of pre-meds? It was here again as it will always be, and this time I just laid back the minute it was hooked up and was asleep a nanosecond later.
About half-way through the treatment, my subconcious heard a voice I knew and I fought to get my eyes open. It was my fellow breast cancer pal who is going through radiation downstairs. She stopped knowing I was there and she was chatting with some of the chemo ballroom patients. I love her laugh and it called to me through my Benedryl unconsiousness. I said "hello" and she came over. I have no idea what we discussed now. I remember her talking, but it was like those Peanut character's parents...you never hear what they are saying except the noise. My eyes felt like they were rolling and I could barely say "good-bye". But I knew she understood and I was even glad for the toe-pinch she gave me as a hug.
So, I remember nothing of this time yesterday. It was even difficult to wake up to go home. I was glad my husband was there and I was almost falling asleep in the car. Needless to say, when we got home, I ate something and then fell asleep for a few hours again. That stuff sure does it's job and more so!
I had been hoping to go to this great new Christmas worship at our church for the "Longest Night" which was a more sober celebration for those who are experiencing loss, illness or other sadness in their lives. But, I could only snore on my couch, so missed it.
The whole day was in a Benedryl Dream again, and although I was walking or talking, I had no idea what was going on in front of me. I was a "Benedryl Woman Walking". However, I am better today so if you see me, I will actually be able to acknowledge you and understand what you are saying!
Hopefully, this week will be a repeat of last, and I will feel well all week. It would be good to feel well during Christmas. I will keep you posted. Keep those lights burning inside and get to church this Christmas to celebrate the Christ who came to earth as a babe, and who will come again!