Week 2 Round ?? of Chemo

Well week 2 went pretty well, with the Treatment only lasting 2.5 hours. I slept through most of it and woke up as the Nurse was removing the Needle from my Port. My Stomach was upset, but not as bad as it had been. This week I see Dr. Schaefer on Wednesday afternoon, then treatment on Thursday morning. This week's treatment will be 3 hours long, since I'll be getting the Avastin, which usually upsets my stomach to the point that it feels like I'm in a spin cycle.
While getting treated last week, another patient had just received her Port and the Nurse was instructing her on caring for it and making that the patient didn't pull the steri-strips off the incision and to let them fall off. The Nurse was going through the do's and don'ts when I chimed in that the first time the needle is inserted to the port that the patient will be a little more sensitive to it, but after that the skin will start to toughen up. The Nurse told me to stop imtimafating the patients and I responded back that I was making sure that there was truth in advertising and we all had a lauugh at that.

Chemotherapy Round 7, Not sure anymore Lost Track a While Ago!!!

OK, so I started Chemo again and this time I have totally forgotten how many treatments that I've had....Must be the Chemo Brain Syndrome I've heard about. Julie the Nurse, asked me "Tim, What are you doing back here again?" Me: "I've come back just to see your smiling face, LOL" Julie: Well lets get going then." and turns and starts walking me back to treatment room. On the way back I poke fun at one of the Nurses at the Nurses Station and continue into the Treatment Room. I grab my usual Lounger in the Corner and place my book bag and jacket on the floor, then sit down and wait for Julie to come back with her kit of Alcohol Pads, Port Needles, Blood Vials for the Lab and assorted other stuff. Julie and I get talking about the treatment and she says that it'll be another 8 weeks and will be there as usual between 2 1/2 and 3 1/2 hours depending on whether or not I'm getting the Avastin that week.
I fell asleep while getting my treatment woke up to the room being filled with more people then before. A couple of the Patients I recognised from being there before and few I didn't, but I didn't let this bother me, since I was the "Youngster on the Block" and was getting the usual side-ways glances from the Older Patients. At first, when I was going through the Pre-operative Chemo, it sorta bothered me, I felt like I was different from there rest; then I remembered Dr. Schaefer telling that I was the youngest patient that he had in Treatment at that time. Now, I'm feeling at home, which seems odd that I would ahve this feeling for a place that deals with pumping the Human Body full of Chemicals that are caustic to anyone else, to kill off cells and tumors to help me get better. An old friend of mine from LaSalle, Mi, once told me that this was what made Cancer so screwed up, the Chemotherapy and the Chemicals used. At the time I didn't quite understand what he was saying, but now that I'm going through the process, it sorta makes weird sense. I spoke with one of the other Patients wife the last treatment that I had, and found out that he was 50 and has Uretha Cancer, which is pretty scary in itself, but while talking to her I found out that he was going through some of the problems I was with deciding to cut my hair short or not. In the end I've been wearing it short and keeping that way with little to no evidence of hair lost. I encouraged her to speak to heer husband about cutting a little shorter to help him overcome the shock of loosing his hair in clumps, she advised that when they got married that his hair was down to his waist and he just recently had cut to collar length. I thought that was a brave move on his part. I had to leave aburptly, since Carmen had drove me there and wanted to go shopping aftewards and I felt sorta bad that I didn't give her my phone number for her husband to call me and chat if he wanted too, so the next time I see them I'll do that and see how it works out.
I also realised this past week that a year ago October 3rd, I was placed on Medical Disability, since my FMLA hours had run out and I was looking to getting off for few months, so once I had that thought come through my Brain, I thought how fortunate I am that I've not had to go back onto Disability, since I would be getting only 60% of my Gross Pay Weekly, LOL. I guess that I'm getting use to having a full pay check and not really liking the thought. I've not heard from Dr. Rubin, the Radialogy Specialist, so I'll call him this week and see what they say about the latest PET Scan results compared to the others, more on this when I hear something.

Chemotherapy and PET Scans

Ok, I had the 7th or so bloody PET Scan done yesterday and I was radioactive for 24 hours and carried the card like any good member of Society would. I saw Dr. Schaefer, the Chemotherapist Onocology Doc, this morning and we went over the results. Drum Roll Please.......OK, the Good News is 1 nodal in my lungs has reduced in size from 2.5Cm to 2Cm. So the game plan is to continue on while waiting for the K-RAS test results come in from the Tumor they removed back in December. I guess they store it in parafin and keep for a while in case any further tests need to be run. So, now I wait for the test results to see how the Chemo Treatments will be adjusted.
Moving News!!! We are done as of September 30th and have been moved into the new house since. Carmen has started making Curtains for the house and has completed the Dinning Room and is planning on doing Noah's room next. My area in the Basement for the Computers is starting to slowly take shape and I'm looking forward to getting the my stuff from My Mom's that I've had stored since my divorce in 1999.
Wellness and happiness still prevail here and I am looking forward to being able to finally settle in and get somethings done that I want to correct.