Bleah!

I really need to talk to my doc..

I was looking through the net...reading others accounts of thier cancer stories, and so many od them say things like:

Yeah, I get my chemo once a week for a few months...

or..

I was on chemo, twice a month, for 3 months..blah blah blah..

So...why am I getting a total of 7 treatments in only 3 weeks?? And of course...he's out of the office.

*sighs*

On another note, although I still have my hair...I am starting to see a few..escapees.

Bleah.


Also, another thing I have learned from this is that the old adage is true..

When the chips are down, and your back is to the wall, you really find out who your real freinds are.

First Chemo!

Well, had my first chemo today, and..

I think everyone should do this at least once...fun fun fun..

*sarcasm*

First, they took so much blood, I don't think I have any left!! Then, they started the drip, and...

I threw up out of the blue on the poor nurse! :-( Then, when it was almost done..I threw up again. The poor cleaning people..

But, I don't feel as bad as I thought I was going to, so, I'm going to go ahead and go to work..


Just, as soon as I get the cat or someone to carry me there.

Cancer

Got back from the doctor with my results.

I have cancer. Yep, you heard right, cancer. In the small intestine.

But, it was caught early, hasn't spread, and more importantly, hasn't affected my lymph nodes yet. So, I start chemo next week, and my doc says theres a very good chance that I won't need surgery. So, that's good news.

I guess. I still feel like total shit. But, I'll also be going on a drug called Neulasta that should help keep me from getting so drained.

So, life goes on, and you just have to roll with the punches I suppose. But, I have found a bit of humor in this.

As a lot of people know, I'm a big Star Trek fan. Well, I'm sitting in the room, talking to the doc about the treatment stuff, and it dawns on me what his name is.

Yep, my new doctors name is Dr Bashir. I just pointed at him and started to laugh, so he looks at me like I'm a blooming idiot. So, I explained why I was laughing. Anyway...

So, there it is...and yeah, I'm a bit scared but, I know I can get through this. I mean, I guess I have 2 options:

I can sit her and cry and whine, and say "Oh woe is me...whaaa whaaa..."

Or;

I can get my treatments done as soon as possible, and just do what I have to do.


Man...I need a hug....