Physically speaking.
The nurse begins the process by hanging a small bag of Decadron and plugging it's line into my picc line. The drug is to help prevent a bad allergic reaction to the Ox. Which from what i have been told is damn scary. Like super-bad bee sting reaction, times 50 or so... I hadn't had a bad allergic reaction thru 9 rounds and i sure didn't want to start now.
Ok, flushy flushy time. (again no looking at my arm thru any of this). Now it's Aloxi time kids. Oh yeah, don't skimp on the Aloxi. I don't want to puke on graduation day. Already took Kytril while in the waiting room. Every little bit helps. And since i had started taking a kyril tab an hour before chemo, I hadn't felt badly nauseated while having treatment.
One more flush and it's time for the big bag.
"you ready?"
"oh yeah, one more time", i answer.
I picture one of the finest bass players ever.
John Entwistle's nickname was The Ox.
I close my eyes and hear;
Only love
Can make it rain
The way the beach is kissed by the sea
Only love
Can make it rain
Like the sweat of lovers
Laying in the fields.
Love, Reign o'er me
Love, Reign o'er me, rain on me
Only love
Can bring the rain
That makes you yearn to the sky
Only love
Can bring the rain
That falls like tears from on high
Love Reign O'er me
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When it was over and I was unhooked and the 40something cm picc line was pulled outa my vein and outa my arm and i was asked one last time - "are you feeling ok?"
The nurse and I hugged. I stood up. That was it.
I walked out of the room and into the cloudy, warm late winter air.
1 comment:
So glad to read that you have finished your chemo. Good luck and thanks again for the blogs.
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