Round 3

Round 3!!! Halfway point! (Hopefully) Disclaimer: they tell us to wear low cut/open shirts for easier chemo port access. I’m not intentionally trying to spill the Boston Tea Party crates everywhere.

But on that halfway point note. I had a doctors appointment a couple days ago where they mentioned out of the blue that I’ll likely be doing radiation at the end of all this. Robert specifically asked at one of my appointments if I would need radiation in addition to chemotherapy and they said no.

Not sure why they determined that. My cancer antigen levels went to perfect and there’s no other reason for me to need more than what was originally scoped.

Let’s Take A Moment To Make Fun Of Jen

#1 Lidocaine

My chemo brain is in full effect. I could not for the life of me remember the name of a simple thing… “Lidocaine”. 🤦🏻‍♀️. Robert kept laughing because all I could think to ask him for was my “Numb Sauce”. Soooo I guess that’s the official name for my chemo Lidocaine in this household now.

#2 Benadryl

When they first give me Benadryl in my IV just before the chemo cocktail, I always get so loopy. I talk and I don’t even know what the words mean. Robert just told me, “you were talking and talking and I had no idea what you were actually saying, I just listened”. 🤣

I remember yapping. And I remember the words my brain used were definitely not the ones that came out of my mouth. And then I’d just laugh at myself. And laugh. And laugh some more. At nothing. Until I had tears pouring down my face. Then of course, that makes Robert laugh and laugh. And before you know it, nurses are slowly backing away from Chemo Pod #26.

#3 The Door

When we went to the cafe before treatment, I pushed a pull door. I know what you’re thinking. “We all do that once in a while, it’s no big deal”. But do you do it again after it doesn’t open the first time? And you push REALLY hard the second time? Then you think the third time is just a freaking charm so you do it one more time? Then you realize – silly girl, this door is LOCKED. It’s the only explanation.

So you unlock it and push again. Then your boyfriend who is blankly staring at you (for what seems like an eternity of him enjoying this way too much…) says, “you know that’s a pull door?”

And you’re all like, “uh, yeah, I know” in that super attitudey, “No-I-absolutely-did-not-actually-know” kind of tone that is accompanied by an involuntary eye roll (y’all know EXACTLY the one I’m talking about). And you pull the door. And you pull it HARD. But nothing. Because when you “unlocked it” earlier, you actually locked it. Door: 5, Jen: 0. Those are slightly embarrassing stats. Moving on.

What’s To Come

I feel great right now, like I have immediately after each chemo session until 3 days have passed. Minus the bruise that door put on my ego.

The nurse told me she thinks my leg issues may not be neuropathy (which is great) and that it almost just sounds like dehydration. I swear that’s their answer for everything though. Headache? Drink some water. Knee hurts? Drink some water. Belly hurts because you drank too much water? Drink some water.

I’ll update again in a few days to fill you in on how this round treats me. Love you all 💕