As the Chemo Drips...

After beating ovarian cancer once, I've been re-diagnosed. Here I'll share my journey of chemotherapy and surgery including the ups and downs, laughter and tears and everything in between.

Monday, May 20, 2013

Back to chemo....

After almost 3 weeks off of treatment, it was time to head back today to get another round pf chemo.  Was feeling pretty good about going last night,  a little anxious & anxiety this morning, but took a few drugs and talked myself off the edge and went and had Abby drive me.  For whatever reason, there was a man there today for chemo who's name was Bob, and he was extremely obnoxious.  He was rude to his nurse and spoke really loud so almost everyone could hear him.  I feel sad when I see patients there by themselves getting treatments, knowing that I don't like to be there alone, and can't imagine that most people do. I think that people like him are scared and afraid to be there by themselves and it's just their way of releasing the stress.  But then again, maybe he's just that type of person.  Needless to say, I fell asleep right away and Abby and my nurse both told me that I was snoring loudly.  Hopefully I drowned out Bob's ranting :-).

I'm feeling pretty good tonight, Abby stayed the day and her and I along with our friend Jennifer worked on a wedding project.  I've been drinking a lot of water to try and not get dehydrated.  I go tomorrow to get my nuelasta shot, which Dr. Fata said he was cutting in half in hopes that it doesn't make me sick like last month.  My game plan is to take it easy the next few days, no running all over here and there like I normally do in hopes that I will "recover" from this round quicker and without feeling as bad as last month.  I have my visit with Dr. Fata on Wednesday, so will post whatever news he has then.

  Not every day is great, I don't always wake up feeling good, sometimes as the day goes on I get better...sometimes not .  It just happened that on two different days, "out of the blue" when I was struggling and feeling down, I received a face book message and a phone call from 2 friends, one I've known just a few years and one since high school.  It was just the few simple words that were wrote and  " I'm praying for you, I love you" that was said that meant the world to me.  Thank you both for putting a smile on my face and helping me pick myself up and get on with life.   And as always, to everyone who sends cards, texts, messages, e-mails etc.... I don't know what I would do without you, your prayers are of great comfort to me and my family

                                                                Peace & Love,
                                                                                          Marcia

2 Comments:

  • At May 22, 2013 at 11:01 PM , Blogger ByNanasHands said...

    I hope your Dr.'s appointment went well today Marcia and that the last few days you have been feeling ok. Know your always in my prayers...always. May I suggest you get a good book and sit outdoors...perhaps with a sling-shot and keep the rabbits at bay....here I am still fighting the ever nibbling Chippy's! If I only had the heart to do them in but alas, I don't! Guess I'd better try and "grow a pair" this Summer and get rid of them (they are just so damn cute) !! Hugs

     
  • At May 23, 2013 at 10:30 AM , Blogger s/v Windward said...

    Marcia, I'll bet you are right about Bob being freaked out, afraid and having an abrasive way of coping. He may not even realize he's being a twit. Of course, there ARE some real jerks in the world, so that is a possibility. It was good of you to mask his noise, in any case.

    Your equanimity as you beat this disease is an inspiration!

    Peace!
    Jeff

     

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