Chemo Round 1: Day 2

It is the close of Day 2. Not going to lie to you all, it has been a rough day. After being awake all night, I finally fell asleep around 6:00 a.m. and Wayne woke me up at 7:00 a.m. I did manage to go to work and facilitated a training this morning. It all went downhill fast when I got to work. I am not sure what the trigger was, it could have just been breathing, but I got super nauseated. I also believe I was running a fever, my face was red and hot. I only made it a half day. I came home, took my anti-nausea medication and finally slept for 3 hours. When I woke up I felt much better.

I was expecting to get two good days following the starting of the chemo. I guess I only got one. Overall, I feel zapped, like I have no energry. I am worried. If I feel this poorly after only one day, how in the hell am I going to feel tomorrow.

Taking a bath with the catheter in is a nightmare in itself, but bathing while connected to the pump is even worse. Who would have thought bathing had to become such a family event. I feel battered and bruised and I am still covered in adhesives from all the tape and stickers from the recent surgeries.

More appointments were made today. They just keep mounting and it also overwhelming. They want me to see the radiologist as soon as possible, so I have to see him tomorrow afternoon. I am back at the oncologist tomorrow to get the pump removed. Friday I have to be back at the hospital to see why the port is not working.

I owe so many thanks right now. But I am going to name a few here.
My Mom and Momma Liz sat with me all day Monday in treatment.
My CoWorkers for driving me home today.
Jen Gronniger for fixing and delivering the family dinner last night.
My father-in-law for helping me get my medications.
My mother-in-law for always helping take care of our short chic.
Regina for forward thinking and getting me scarves and head wraps.
And so many friends for calling, emailing, and sending me words of encouragements.
Mostly I have to thank my husband. While he might deter to others at times to assist, it is him who holds my hand at night and wipes my tears. It is he who pretends he would rather do nothing else in the world but hold my catheter tubing so I can take a bath.

I am entering the darkness. And like so many others, I will come out on the other side. But right now, it is dark.

My Weekend Project: A PVC Camping Lamp Post and Flag Holder

I have seen a few of these around campsites and I knew I would like to have one. The only problem that I had is The Husband. He already thinks we drag too much stuff with us when we go camping and if I had told him my desire to have a PVC Camping Light Pole he would have shut it down quickly! So, that leaves a girl with only one choice: Figure out how to do it by herself. I did some internet searching and found a few road maps on RV forums. They seemed easy enough! I visited the local hardware store for the supplies: An exterior post lantern light 2 inch PVC pipe (I used 5 feet but had to purchase a 10 foot piece) A 3 inch toilet flange A 3 inch to 2 inch Reducer PVC Glue A 12 foot electric cord kit 2 - 3/4 inch PVC Caps I also used a few supplies we already had on hand: White Spray Paint 3 1/2 foot - 3/4 inch PVC Pipe Drill Bits (1 inch and 1/2 inch) Tent Stakes The first step was preparing the lantern light. I could only find black i...

Liver Cheese: A Family Tradition

Today is an anniversary date. One of those dates you wish you did not have to remember but there is no way you can forget. Fifteen years ago today,two days after his birthday, my father died of lung cancer. He was a lifelong smoker and his cancer was aggressive. His battle was short. He fought for six short months after his diagnosis. He knew the chemo was not working and that his time was limited. When he came to this realization he became the best dad in the world. In the days before my father's passing, my family shared some memorable moments. One of those moments centers around the deli meat: Liver Cheese.I would not be surprised if you have never heard of it, or even never tasted it. But I was raised on it as it was one of my Dad's favorite things. What is it? Well, it is a German food that is...

Tonsillectomy (Warning Photos!)

The Short Chic came down with a pretty nasty case of strep throat back in April. So, when The Boy started complaining about his throat hurting about 12 days later, I was pretty confident that he had inherited his sister's strep. Instead, The Boy was diagnosed with a peritonsillar abscess growing on his right tonsil. We had to immediately see an ENT Physician who took a needle and drained the abscess. He removed about 5.5 cc of puss from The Boys throat.and then told us that once you have a peritonsillar abscess you were high risk to keep getting them. The Boy's tonsils were now compromised and needed to be removed. We were told to plan for a two week recovery so we worked a surgery into our summer plans. Between family vacations, summer sports, and the beginning of school The Boy had his second surgery. A tonsillectomy. Pre-surgery prepping went well. It must be nice to be young and have healthy veins for an IV! The Boy had lots of pre-surgery vi...

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