As I have walked down my long path to become a physician, I have always worked hard on my communication with families and patients. Just providing medical facts and medication prescriptions is not as satisfying as cultivating a relationship with a patient for me. And, more than a family just "liking" me, I need to know that we are exchanging information in a productive way. Sometimes this is hard work because we all come to the table with different styles and different goals. Needless to say, I am thrilled that I have found an oncologist who will help to guide this crazy journey I am on. And to all my doctor friends - all those times you sat a few minutes longer than you wanted to or explained things a 3rd time just for good measure - it really did matter, even if the patient didn't jump off the exam table and hug you (I'm saving that for my last clinic visit...)
So what did this wise sweater vest wearing man have to say? Nothing that different. 2 months of ABVD chemo - then repeat the PET scan. If PET scan is negative (no tumors, absolutely none) then I will have 3 weeks of radiation and be done. (really?!?) If the PET scan is positive (even a tiny spot - which he pointed out could just be from residual inflammation) then I do 2 more months of chemo - then repeat the PET scan again. If necessary, repeat once more, but he thinks 2-4 months of chemo and a little radiation should take care of this thing. He is very proactive about his patients not throwing up (I am a huge fan of this idea) - resulting in prescriptions for 4 anti-nausea medications to take the first few days after chemo. I have a pill sorter - my mother is proud.
This brings us to today - Day 1. Chemotherapy. Holy shit....this is really happening?
John took me ( he was post call, bless his self sacrificing little heart). We got all checked in, re-measured (I have been measured 5 times in the last week - 5'3" every single time...) and offered a drink nine thousand times - they love to offer drinks there. The nurses accessed my port for the first time which hurt just for a second or two. I kept asking the nurse if the port was working OK (yes, yes, yes!) because I have a huge amount of unfounded doubt about this little device implanted in my chest. If I spend to much time thinking about a tube or medicine going to my heart, I admit I feel
Since coming home I have been tired and a little achy- kind of like right before you figure out you have the flu. Very little nausea and NO vomiting! It sounds like the next few days could be rough, but I plan to stay on my medicine schedule and hope for the best.
Thank you for all of your emails, text, messages, facebook love, calls, books, flowers, cards, banana bread (cara hoffart is my idol), and positive thoughts/energy/prayers. Everyone has been so very nice.
So glad to hear you have a great oncologist & that your first session went okay. Hang in there! :)
ReplyDeleteWay to go darlin! You rock! So happy you and the oncologist clicked. Thank you for taking the time to do this blog. Love the updates on how things are going. Go banana bread! Get some well deserved rest!
ReplyDeleteWay to go, you will get through this in no time. Congratulations on such a good start to your treatment. Stay strong, you sound like you are in a good place with all this ... I am in awe. Good luck, be well, my love to the fam.
ReplyDeleteHad a good laugh at the part about your height! Glad to hear you aren't shrinking. Your doc sounds great. Prayers for a peaceful weekend
ReplyDeleteThinking about you on a daily basis. You are such a strong little lady:) Maybe I should make you some beef stroganoff? A very good chef taught me how to make it JUST right. Sending lots of love to you!
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