I’ve had one chemotherapy treatment so far and several more to go.
The actual treatment part wasn’t so bad. The CAMC Cancer Center is nice and quiet. Each patient area has a recliner and a television.
The hospital’s no-visitor policy is still in effect, so I went alone. I didn’t mind.
The nurses are kind. They brought me cookies and were great at distracting me by talking at any chance of pain or discomfort.
I brought a laptop, listened in on a meeting call, responded to emails and did other work.
Chemo is administered through a port the surgeon implanted beneath my skin below my left collarbone. Once the nurses start the IV, the worst part was over.
So far the only side effects to chemo I’ve had are these: I didn’t sleep well in the days after infusion, at times my thinking was fuzzy, and my face broke out really bad. I was expected to be sick to my stomach but the drugs they gave me must have knocked that out.
The prescription steroids they gave me after treatment made it impossible to sleep. The night after treatment, I woke up at 2 a.m. and was awake the entire day after that. It was miserable. The second night was only a little better.
I’d heard of “chemo fog,” or “chemo brain,” the terms cancer patients use for the concentration and thinking issues that chemotherapy gives them. I noticed it, too. Luckily that feeling was temporary.
I expect these are the last few days I’ll have my hair, but it hasn’t started to fall out yet
I’ve washed it more lately because there’s no chance over-washing is going to make it dry and brittle before it falls out. It might as well be clean so I can wear it down while I still have it.
I have a drawer full of head scarves ready to go.