Showing posts with label nausea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nausea. Show all posts

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Hot Mess

You know my pretty, positive, uplifting posts?  Warning: This isn't one of them.  And that's okay.  I started this blog as a way to document my journey and to share with others in hopes that someone else would find comfort in my sharing of this BRCA stuff.  When I started it, little did I know the gigantic turns my story would take.  But, my dream for this little project is that someone finds my story and can relate to my journey.  I hope when they find BRCA and Blessings they can find a lot of truth and a little humor.  So, I've said before, I'm committed to sharing it all, no matter how ugly.

Today, boys and girls, we are going to discuss chemo's side effects.  Again, I don't share this post to seek sympathy, but in hopes of giving someone the real deal on my experience.  I'm not going to sugar coat it, but I'm also not going to make it sound worse than it is.  I have cancer, I'm not dying (oddly I feel confident saying that statement, at least for now).  

Day 0:  We'll say this is the day before my infusion.  On this day, I'm prescribed a steroid to take twice a day.  A good patient would know why they are taking what medicines, but I am taking so many, quite honestly I can't keep all their specifics straight (I do have the days and dose down, so I'm not a total idiot).  I want to say the steroid is used to help my body not reject the chemo drugs I get during my infusion, a sort of primer perhaps.  The side effects of the steroids are an increased appetite and perhaps a boost of energy.  I definitely had an increased appetite, but I'm not sure if that was legit or more of a psychosomatic effect.  I mean, when someone tells you you will be hungry, maybe we allow ourselves 'permission' to behave in that way.  

Day 1:  Infusion day.  If you missed my post on infusion day, click here.  Physically, infusion day is no biggie, just a few needle pokes for blood work, a Pulp Fiction sized needle poke to access my port and a lot of sitting around.  Along with trips to the bathroom because of all the fluids you receive during treatment.  The chemo drugs I am taking are called Taxotere, Carboplatin and Herceptin.  I don't know the doses of these drugs but I believe they are based off of my weight.  I asked the nurse where on the chemo tier my drugs fell and she said I was receiving a moderate chemo, as far as side effects go.  
Also, during the infusion you are given several other drugs through your port, all aimed at helping your body not reject the chemotherapy.  Benadryl was one, but I believe I also got some additional steroids, some fluid, and a shot of something else.  Interesting fact: one drug I took at the beginning of my infusion I could instantly taste in my mouth.  Sort of reminded me of the time in high school I took a shot of Everclear (shout out to my high school buddy Sarah and my sister)!  Gosh, you only do that once, although it appears I will be doing that 5 more times as I finish up my 6 cycles of chemo.  

Day 2:  You'd think I'd feel yucky on day 2, but you'd be wrong.  Day 2 was a good day.  I guess chemo is a slow poison, so it takes awhile to get to work.  My nurse practitioner explained it to me like this: chemo is an avalanche.  It wipes everything out that is in it's way.  It wipes out the aggressive cancer cells that could be floating around, and it also wipes out any other fast growing cells in your body, hence the hair loss, digestive changes, and some of the other chemo side effects.  Chemo affects all fast growing cells, but it isn't exactly able to target just the bad cells.  It basically busts up the entire party, instead of just removing the few obnoxious drunks.  
On day two, I have to go back to the hospital exactly 24 hours after my infusion to receive a shot called Neulasta.  This shot basically goes in and revives any survivors of the avalanche.  The nurse who gave me the shot mentioned something about it stirs up something in your bone marrow (which means extreme body aches starting Day 3) and helps you produce the white blood cells you lost from your infusion.  I also continue to take steroids on day 2, along with anti nausea medicine, a Claritan (I forget why) and start taking an Aleve every 8 hours.  Really, there are no side effects present on Day 2.  

Day 3:  Just when you think you may come out of the treatment unscathed, Day 3 in the afternoon is when I notice I'm starting to feel a little off.  The aches start to set in.  I really didn't have a lot of nausea at this point, at least nothing like they show in the movies, but I am encouraged to take the 2 different nausea medicines they give me prophylactically.  I also continue to take Aleve every 8 hours (or more honestly every 6 hours because those whole warning labels on those packages are really just suggestions, right?  Remember, this blog isn't about what you should do, I'm just telling you what I do).  Another side effect I remembered on Day 3 is this is when the extreme night sweats started.  We are talking I wake up and my pillow is wet, my pajamas are wet and the bed is wet.  I had chills, but I'm not sure if those were legitimately the chills or if I was cold because I was sweating so much.  I'm writing this post at 4:17am on Day 8 and I have gotten up at 3:30am every morning since Day 3.  So I'm not sure how, but chemo definitely affects your sleep pattern as well.  

Day 4:  BOOM!  This is the chemo day you see in the movies.  I had just slight nausea but the body aches are in full force.  And we are talking an body ache like I've never experienced before.  Everything hurts.  If I had hair, I know that would have even hurt.  This day is when I truly felt like a Survivor, this chemo bitch is serious!  I know they say Survivor referring to cancer, but I also think that term is very appropriate for Day 4 of chemo.  On this day, I took a total of 4 naps all between the time I woke up and the time I went to bed at 7 pm.  The level of exhaustion is indescribable.  I was too tired to watch tv or check Facebook.  I literally just laid in a dark room with my head under the covers all day.  The night sweats/chills continue.  

Day 5:  For me, I started to see some progress the afternoon of Day 5.  I didn't feel great by any means, but I didn't feel like I wasn't going to make it.  I still had night sweats/chills but they seem to be getting less frequent and less intense.  The body aches are still present, but easing up a bit.  The exhaustion level is still extremely high, but not to the debilitating point it was on Day 4.  On day 5 I experienced a bit more nausea than before, but perhaps I got a little over confident and eased up on the nausea meds thinking I was out of the woods.  Won't make that mistake again.  

Day 6:  Day 6 is again a day of improving.  In fact, I felt well enough to do a little shopping with mom and pick Mason up from preschool.  I did have some stomach cramping and some slight diarrhea on this day, but perhaps it was due to the poop cocktail (Miralax and apple juice) I had the day before.  I didn't feel constipated, but I went several days without dropping the kids off at the pool, so I wanted to make sure I didn't get constipated.  I do know one of the side effects of one type of chemo is diarrhea and another chemo has a side effect of constipation.  So, I'm not sure what caused this little hiccup.  
I also developed a canker sore in my mouth and thrush.  I know, I'm a hot mess!  Thrush is basically a yeast infection in your mouth.  Thrush and mouth sores are a very common side effect.  Our mouths are dirty and eating can create a bit of trauma in your mouth.  Most people can get a minor scrape in their mouth and your body automatically fights any minute infection that develops (aren't our bodies amazing?!).  My body cannot battle infection right now, which is why there is an overgrowth of yeast and mouth sores.  I've been trying to do a baking soda/salt mouth rinse a few times a day to help avoid these symptoms, but obviously I wasn't doing it enough.  I've since started another medication to help with the thrush.  

Day 7:  Aside from the thrush, some very mild nausea and just a bit of tiredness, I certainly feel like I'm on the mend and experienced the worst part of the chemo cycle.  I'd say I am running on 80% and considering where I came from, that is truly a gift!  I did have a random nose bleed today, but luckily it was stopped within 3 minutes and didn't hurt at all.  Chemo dries up your mucus membranes and dries your skin out terribly bad, so I think that was the reason for the nose bleed.  

Okay, enough of class for today.  Wishing that everyone who reads this blog lives today to the fullest.  Be grateful for your health.  Take advantage of being healthy enough to play with your kids or love on your spouse.  



  

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Day 4: A Roller Coaster of Ramblings

Hi all!  I've wanted to keep up and have thought of tons of things to write about,  but honestly, I just haven't had the energy.  This cancer roller coaster is not for the faint at heart.  Maybe there's a common denominator (that common denominator is me and my big ol' bald head ~ more on that later) in a lot of my posts, the highs and lows of this journey are ever twisting.  To the point of nausea.

Speaking of nausea, I'm writing this at 2:40 am because I am up with achy joints, and you guessed it, the dreaded nausea which supposedly and ironically can be treated with joints.  See what I did there? :).  In truth, the nausea hasn't been overwhelmingly bad until now.  In fact, I have a couple of girl friends who seem to have pregnancy nausea that is way worse than what I'm experiencing.  Also on the topic of nausea, I just laid in bed a fucking hour trying to convince myself I wasn't nauseous, all because I was actually too tired to get up and take a Compazine or Zophran.  Yes, the nausea is such a dreaded side effect that they actually give you two drugs to combat the side effects.

That reminds me, there was clearly a distinct marijuana smell from a patient at my chemo appointment last Thursday.  Richard and I decided that it was probably one of the few doctor offices where such an odor wouldn't be considered downright offensive.  Every one is trying to make their way through this, no matter what.  And they sure as heck aren't going to face any judgement from me.  I just wished I liked pot.  The smell makes me sick.  You know the one I'm talking about...  Okay, I've got to stop writing about pot because those strong, thin muscles that are attached to your tongue are starting to tighten as I think about it.  {Gag}.

Some of you are wondering what 'this' feels like.  Here's a little text I sent out to a few of my close friends tonight:  "It's been a rough day.  I'm not in pain just achy, extremely tired and uncomfy.  I am eating and have managed to take 4 naps and a bath.  More than anything my heart is happy.  My body is sick, but a happy heart and a solid, peaceful mind is a great thing!  Still blessed.  Thanks for checking in."

Okay, now onto my roller coaster of ramblings... I've actually been keeping a short list in my phone of things I want to write about when I have the energy.

  • The first one was how I laid in bed an hour trying to decide if I was truly nauseated or if it were all in my head.  
  • Today was the first snow of the season and seeing Mason's face light up as the big flakes fell was damn near magical.  I will say, even though I don't feel well, there are worse things than just laying in bed, listening to your mom and little family scurry around the house and watching it snow.  
  • So thankful for the time I've had with my family through all of this.  Richard has been with me every step of the way.  And so has my mom.  We probably laid in bed together for hours today.  There wasn't even a lot of talking, just a lot of hand holding and her asking me if she can get me anything to eat or drink.  For those who know mom, you know how she loves to make people feel better with food.  It probably breaks her heart that she just wants to cook me something homemade and all I want are these delicious, store bought, scalloped potatoes.  My mom isn't the 'store bought' kind of lady.  She labors in the kitchen and cooks with her whole heart.  *Mom, don't worry, I know you threw that cardboard box of potatoes in the oven with all your heart too.*  
  • Damn, it's cold without hair.  Like all the time.  I literally spent my day curled up in bed, with a hat on (and an eye patch Mason thought I should wear).  To my dad, my brother-in-law Jack, Brian Blackford, and a few other guys I know, my apologies for making fun of your cold, bare, bald heads.  Just smile slightly and know that karma is a bitch and I am now eating my words!  
  • Speaking of eating, I am so exhausted lately that I told my mom "even chewing seems like a lot of work."