Today I start Chemo!
I walked into the Tom Baker Confident! Ready to kick this in the Ass! I have never been in a "real" fight before but I was prepared to win this one!
The Tom Baker is surprisingly welcoming, Dave and I sat in the waiting room for approximately 10 minutes, Dave gets his kicks out of the riddles they wright on the walls and the fact that I clearly have no clue what the answer is, SIGH, if only i would just look at the wall!
I get escorted by a nurse to my big comfy recliner (exaggeration, but I actually don't mind the hospital chairs too much, I use to be a unit clerk after all).
As I walk into the unit it is fairly empty and I seem to be one of the first to get hooked up for the day. However, I will get up later to pee to find a completely full unit and what I feel like a burn mark carving into me from the eyes that watch me walk across the room pracing in my high heels and strutting my chemo pole like non other!
Yes, I am aware, I am the youngest person in this unit, I am also aware that this far in my journey I have been the youngest person anywhere I go that is affected with Cancer. It makes it a little hard to relate to people as they also feel the same about me. In this journey people want others they can relate to and well...being that there is less than 0.1% of 26 year olds diagnosed with Breast Cancer I dont have many options other than to embrace the cancer community no matter what their age, diagnosis, prognosis, hair color...ummmm, or wig color. We are all affected with a disease that has impacted our life in some way or another...is that enough for relation
Its 8:40 and I am preparing for the next four hours!
Out comes my liter and a half water bottle, my book, my wedding thank you cards, my cell phone, a pillow, a sleeping mask in case I need to have a nap, a sweater in case I get extra cold, snacks, slippers for my feet and a pen. I'M READY!
Its really standard procedure - Name, Birthday, Allergies? Oh your allergic to the tape we have already plastered on you, allow us to rip it off and wax your arm! Thanks and well your at it can you please do my stash because as I clearly would love to support Movember this is just not a good look for me!
The nurses looked at me as I was preparing for the world to end and informed me that my treatment would only be two hours. One hour for the Docetaxel followed by one hour for the Cyclophosphamide and I'm outta here! I give a sheepish little grin of thanks and tuck half of my items away hopping the nurses haven't noticed that I CLEARLY have a case of ADHD and cannot focus on just one thing for what is only a period of two hours instead I needed 18!
I walked into the Tom Baker Confident! Ready to kick this in the Ass! I have never been in a "real" fight before but I was prepared to win this one!
The Tom Baker is surprisingly welcoming, Dave and I sat in the waiting room for approximately 10 minutes, Dave gets his kicks out of the riddles they wright on the walls and the fact that I clearly have no clue what the answer is, SIGH, if only i would just look at the wall!
I get escorted by a nurse to my big comfy recliner (exaggeration, but I actually don't mind the hospital chairs too much, I use to be a unit clerk after all).
As I walk into the unit it is fairly empty and I seem to be one of the first to get hooked up for the day. However, I will get up later to pee to find a completely full unit and what I feel like a burn mark carving into me from the eyes that watch me walk across the room pracing in my high heels and strutting my chemo pole like non other!
Yes, I am aware, I am the youngest person in this unit, I am also aware that this far in my journey I have been the youngest person anywhere I go that is affected with Cancer. It makes it a little hard to relate to people as they also feel the same about me. In this journey people want others they can relate to and well...being that there is less than 0.1% of 26 year olds diagnosed with Breast Cancer I dont have many options other than to embrace the cancer community no matter what their age, diagnosis, prognosis, hair color...ummmm, or wig color. We are all affected with a disease that has impacted our life in some way or another...is that enough for relation
Its 8:40 and I am preparing for the next four hours!
Out comes my liter and a half water bottle, my book, my wedding thank you cards, my cell phone, a pillow, a sleeping mask in case I need to have a nap, a sweater in case I get extra cold, snacks, slippers for my feet and a pen. I'M READY!
Its really standard procedure - Name, Birthday, Allergies? Oh your allergic to the tape we have already plastered on you, allow us to rip it off and wax your arm! Thanks and well your at it can you please do my stash because as I clearly would love to support Movember this is just not a good look for me!
The nurses looked at me as I was preparing for the world to end and informed me that my treatment would only be two hours. One hour for the Docetaxel followed by one hour for the Cyclophosphamide and I'm outta here! I give a sheepish little grin of thanks and tuck half of my items away hopping the nurses haven't noticed that I CLEARLY have a case of ADHD and cannot focus on just one thing for what is only a period of two hours instead I needed 18!
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| Waiting in the Sitting Area (Dave's Tired) |
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| Hooked up and enjoying coffee |
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| ALL DONE! LETS GO SHOPPING! |
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