As forecast, I started a new treatment regime on Thursday. The chemo is called Doxil (doxorubicin). This is the treatment that was advertised to me, by my doctors, as easy peasy. Truth is, yes … compared to the last chemo I was on. Since my first session was scheduled last minute the layout of the day was not great … start, with an echo-cardiogram at 1100, and end the day with chemo at 3:30, which we all knew wouldn’t happen until 4:30 or 5:00. LONG DAY. So, I planned accordingly and booked a hotel room a block away from Dana Farber. (I really, really don’t like driving in the dark , and right after my first chemo? no thank you!)
The echo was fine. Then blood work, fine. Then doctors. Then chemo … yep the pharmacy was backed up so my treatment started at 500, not 300. Nobody’s fault. The actual chemo liquid going into my vein was a bright orange-red, or, Kool-aid colored as Patricia, my nurse, said!
And I had a corner office, so the view was grand …
Chemo went just fine. No immediate bad reactions (which can occasionally happen).
I got to the hotel room at 6:30 — relieved not to be driving home. I am a worrier however, so rather than worrying about a traffic accident, I spent the entire night worrying about catching COVID from ‘something’ in the room.
Friday morning before driving home, I got a bonus quick visit with my daughter! Yay. Yesterday and today … eh, a little mild nausea (nothing a bowl of dry cheerios can’t fix) and eh, a little bit of exhaustion (nothing two 2-hour naps a day can’t fix). So, I’m doing just fine. Easy peasy as advertised.
I am eternally grateful for the care I have received over the last decade, and my entire privileged life.