Morning, all
On, what is it, Day 9, I am happy to report that I am feeling considerably more human again, with the help of the NASA space anti-emetics, and the delightfully sleep-inducing Lorazepam.
It’s SUCH a relief, I was really losing it by Monday after 7 days non-stop nausea. The Cyclizine has helped massively - the nausea is still there, but it’s now bearable, whereas before it wasn’t. I think I may be stuck with it for the whole 18 weeks, though :((
This doesn’t come as a huge surprise, because it’s a genetic thing, my sister also massively prone to nausea, and this is one of the reasons I was SO resistant to having chemo, because I knew it would be hell for me in this aspect. Still, now they seem t o have got the mix of drugs right, and it’s bearable. I can do this. Which is just as well, because I don’t have any choice.
What was very upsetting was that I had such a hard time getting help - won’t rehearse it here, it’s all on the blog - that increases the psychological distress massively when you’re in trouble.
But because of this debacle, have now got very clear lines set up with both oncologist and GP for any urgent aid needed over next few months, should any other problem arise. ALL my antinausea drugs are now on repeat prescription at my GPs, and he has promised that I can ALWAYS speak to a doctor on the phone the same day if I need to, and that I should make it very clear to the receptionist that as a chemo patient THAT IS MY RIGHT.
Yesterday I had to go to the hospital to get my PICC line flushed, and I took a bunch a flowers and a card to say thank you to Dina, the oncologist’s secretary who was the person who finally listened to me and was kind and GOT ME SOME HELP, fast. Such a lovely woman, so kind and paitent when I was sobbing down the phone to her. A touch of human kindness makes such an enormous difference when you’re going through what we’re going through - someone who steps outside the exact responsibilities of their job, and responds to you as another human being in distress. There are a lot of people who DON’T do that.
Haven’t caught up yet with what’s been happening to the rest of you - hope all is well, and the best of luck to anyone who’s having their first dose this week.
ps my hair is still all there, but I have one weird new side effect - my sense of smell has been magnified by about 300 x. I feel as if I’m turning into a dog. Cooking smells within 200 yards are a nightmare,
I sniffed at R’s glass of red wine last night (I am off the booze until after chemo) and, although it was in fact a very nice Cote du Rhone, it just smelt to me like red vinegar. It’s really weird.