Tomorrow morning I am back in the chemo chair for another dose of Avastin. I looked back at my calendars and counted how many times my port has been tapped. Tomorrow will be treatment number 36! I am counting my first battle of cancer and my recurrence. 36 times I have sat down in a recliner with my snacks, my magazines, my blanket and gotten hooked up to an IV.
I have it all down to a regular routine now. I will go to labs, get blood drawn and a urinalysis. I will check in with my oncologist to go over how I am feeling, look at lab results, and have a quick exam. I think we will probably discuss my next CT scan, which should be happening in September and the flu shot and covid booster shot. Then I will go up to the 7th floor to the Infusion center and wait my turn.
Lots of people ask me how I can handle it. I wasn't given a choice, so I make the best of it. I want to live. I also take chemotherapy pills nightly. I will need to get with the pharmacist to order another month's worth. The pharmacy doesn't keep Zejula on hand. It is a very expensive drug and only a few people are on it in our area.
I think chemotherapy will be a way of life for me. I think I will always be on some form of chemo, pills or IV. I thought by keeping my port I would never need it again. Well, I am glad I have it, it has saved my veins.
So, Toxins....do your thing...keep those nasty cancer cells from growing.
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