If anyone is still reading this blog (anyone? anyone?), my apologies for the long-awaited update. I've really been busy this semester trying to get back in the swing of a semi-normal life and haven't had much time to blog. Well, that isn't specifically true. I've had time to blog, I've just spent it doing other things. Particularly, other things that don't make me think of cancer. : (
This weekend, however, for reasons that I will explain, putting my head in the sand about cancer wasn't possible. So here I am, back at the blog, and I realize I have been remiss in putting out the nitty gritty on all things cancer related for my (humble) audience.
On Friday, I had the first of (perhaps many?) my Zometa treatments. Zometa is a drug that is given to combat bone loss, calcium loss, for women like me (among others) who are taking breast cancer drugs that slowly eat away at your bones (as if cancer wasn't bad enough!). Zometa is given every 6 months, by infusion, in the chemo treatment room. A place to which I thought I would NEVER have to return. I was wrong. I tried to finagle an alternative location for the treatment to no avail (insurance wouldn't cover it if I didn't have it done there). So back we went. This time, I barely remember anything about the trip as I was completely snockered on substances that kept my anxiety at bay and my head in dreamland. I was able to walk to the treatment room on my own volition, and remember something about an IV, but the rest is blissfully blurry.
The first Zometa treatment is particularly noxious as it makes your body feel "flu-like symptoms" for 3-4 days afterwards. Great. They say the second time isn't quite so bad, and thereafter not bad at all. But this was my first. So it sucked. Aches, nausea, chills, fatigue, lack of appetite (the only upside)--I had it all. It is Tuesday, and I'm still feeling fairly crap. But I did it, and my body thanks me, or it will soon.
All this going back to the hospital, back to the chemo room, back to cancer has had me reeling. All it took was one trip and I was sent into the pits of despair for the entire weekend. Ugh, cancer. The gift that keeps on giving. And giving.
If anyone really is still reading this blog, I do want to let you know that I have a surgery date for my FINAL SURGERY!!! While I am glad it will be my final, I am not at all glad to go under the knife and general anesthesia again. On DECEMBER 2, I am going to have these horrible tissue expanders removed and my silicone implants will be inserted in their place. Let's hope they last a long freaking time, cause I'm not planning on having any more stuff done to those babies in the foreseeable future.
Okay, I'm done, I'm tired, and feeling wretched.
I'm reading. I'm not surprised that you had that reaction to the location of your infusion. I think it would have given me the screaming meemies, too.
ReplyDeleteDo you need anything on or after the 2nd?