Chemo #2 happened today. So far, so good. No allergic reactions and no exploding body parts yet. We’ll see if I make it through the day tomorrow, but I think I’ll be fine. The only side effect right now is a feeling of malaise (which by definition is to feel indefinably out of sorts). I imagine it will pass in a day or two, or turn out to be the first sign of complete kidney failure or a prolapsed brain stem or something because that is how I roll these days.
I brought the ever-hilarious Kailey to sit with me and otherwise entertain and nourish me. Note to those of you who might someday require all-day chemo sessions: The day passes quickly if you bring a relatively new friend with whom you have tried unsuccessfully to make plans with for a month. You will have a lot to talk about and it will be pleasantly distracting. And a note to you who wish to spend quality time with me: I am terrifically easy to pin down when attached to an IV pump and I have FOUR! MORE! SESSIONS! (Sign up now. Kailey’s going to be leaving me for Nunavut and besides, after today I know everything about her there is to know.) The drugs to control the side effects of treatment make me a little bit punch-drunk and apt to be forthcoming with personal information. It’s a great way to Get to Know Alicia. Oh, and the drugs sometimes make me forget that I’m talking, so my guests get to fill in the blanks. I’m a human Mad Libs sheet.
This cycle was a lot easier than the last one (and I didn’t feel like the last one was that bad until it was that bad and everything was turned upside down). I was able to stay awake for the whole thing, and there was a lot of laughing and inappropriate language. Kailey showed me some videos from her teen dance troupe days. Jessie joined us for the last hour, brought me home, and ordered in dinner with me. I came home to a schedule mailed to me from PMH which lists my next cycle as being four weeks in the future instead of three weeks, a little something that I am not OK with and that I will fight against. I went into this cycle with good blood counts and a lowered dose of chemo. There is no reason I can see to pre-emptively delay my next cycle.
But I’m not going to let that bother me at the moment. Things are moving along again and I can talk to my nurse tomorrow about moving my next appointment. But now, sleep. If it will come.