The downside of the Neuprogen is the way it makes me feel after I take it. Every bone in my body aches! My hips, my knees, my shoulders. Luckily Tylenol has helped with those symptoms. I am not finished with the Neuprogen. Because my counts dropped so low, I have to continue taking Neuprogen after each round of chemo.
Today, Wayne and I was back at North Kansas City Hospital (early I might add) to have a PICC line put into my arm. My doctor's current recommendation; PICC line to do the next dose of chemotherapy and then another Groshong after that.
I had the same two nurses as I did for the dye study. I almost feel like I should be inviting them out for happy hour at this point. They once again took very good care of me and the PICC line went in with NO complications. I was awake for the whole thing, have been in very little pain, and walked out of there with a small dressing on my upper right arm.
MY plan differs from my doctor's. I am going to advocate that they use this central line for the remainder of the chemo. Apparently, it only needs to be flushed once a week when it is not in use and it seems so much easier to maneuver than the Gronshong. There also just appears to be less to get tugged on.
So, as of right now, I am ready for treatment Monday morning.
The other thing I have had to get ready for is my hair loss. Three days ago I noticed that more hair than normal was coming out of my head. Yesterday it was even more. Today, lots more. Losing your hair is a very interesting process. Your head tingles. I would not say it hurts, but it is not comfortable either. You women will know what I am describing here. It is that feeling you get when you have had your hair up in a ponytail too long. When you take that ponytail out, your head tingles and enjoys a good massage. Well, it is kinda like that. Only all over.
I have decided it is very powerless to watch your hair fall out one brush stroke at a time, or in my case, one pass of the hand through the hair. I will be taking my power back and cutting my hair off. My favorite stylist and I have a date for Monday.
With the help of my mother-in-law and her sister, I went wig shopping yesterday. Inside Metro North Mall is a Wig Shop. It has been there for years. Even as a teenager, I would walk by the store and never want to go in there. Well, most things have left Metro North Mall but not that Wig Shop. I told the owner yesterday that I was thankful she was still there when I needed her.
I had to purchase a skull cap for sanitary reasons and then she set about pulling wigs off and trying them on. RED, BROWN, BLONDE, LONG, SHORT, STRAIGHT, CURLY. WOW!! Finding the right one, was like finding the right wedding gown. You know it when you see it. So, I have purchased my very first wig. I can critique it to death, but here is the bottom line: It is not my hair. It is a substitute. I think it is a pretty good substitute. Or at least it is one that I can live with for the next several months.