The week that Donny received his first chemo treatment
(November 13) was rough, but the second week was much better. Day by day he gained more energy, the chest
pains went down, and he was able to do more activity. In fact, we are even noticing improvements in
his chronic cough. Although he does have
a cold now, which we are monitoring, his chronic cough is getting better. Donny used to hack up a lung when he came up
the stairs to our 3rd floor apartment and his coughing has decreased
significantly in the past two weeks. I
don’t want to be naïve and think that he’s cured already, but I am taking this
improvement as a sign that the chemo is working.Hello from the Galter Pavillion! |
We were also able to celebrate Thanksgiving with both our
families, his for an early dinner and mine for a late dinner. Naturally, since Thanksgiving is my favorite
holiday, this made me happy. I felt like
the kids in Talladega Nights when
they found out their parents were getting divorced, “Yeah, two
Christmases!!!” Only I was thinking,
“Yeah, two Thanksgiving dinners!” The
food was delicious and it was wonderful to be surrounded by the people we love
all day.
This past Tuesday, November 27, Donny had his second round
of chemo. He brought an iPad this time,
so he was quite content playing games.
Donny had labs done before the nurse could begin administering the chemo
and they came back fine. Although, his
white blood cell count is 2.6, which is
below the normal 3.5 – 10.5. This
basically means that Donny barely has an immune system to fight off any
infection, disease, etc. But that is why
Donny is on 4 different antibiotics; to fight infections for his insufficient
immune system. I was freaking out yesterday
though because I’m not feeling well at all.
I actually think I got the cold that Donny has; only mine is getting
worse, or maybe I’m making it up, but I think it’s getting worse. My throat is scratchy and my head is killing
me. And our apartment is tiny with only
4 different rooms, so what the heck am I supposed to do? I’m terrified that if I get sick he’ll catch
what I have, so I called my aunt to ask for her advice. My uncle was immune suppressed a good
majority of his adult life because he had a number of different
transplants. So my aunt is,
unfortunately, quite knowledgeable when it comes to dealing with this. She basically just told me, wash your hands,
sleep on the couch and call your doctor and get a prescription
immediately. So that’s what I’m
doing. This whole time I was so worried
about Donny getting sick from other people, I never even thought about what I
would do if I got sick. And truthfully,
I’m not really that sick. Normally, I
would just pound Vitamin C for a week and be fine, but because of Donny, I’m a
little paranoid. But my aunt assured me
that it’s better to be paranoid and overly cautious than to let this turn into
some infection, have Donny catch it and then have him hospitalized because of
it.
All in all, the second chemo treatment went well. The nurse was with us for the first hour or
so ‘pushing’ the first two drugs and then we waited for another hour or so
while the IV with the last two drugs dripped.
Both times we’ve had connections to the nurses, so that’s been nice to
talk with them. The first nurse dated one of Donny’s friends from college, and
the second nurse went to Marquette with a couple of people who lived in
Elmhurst with me. I tried reading my
book, but I couldn’t really concentrate because of my nerves and it’s a small
room so it’s not that comfortable, so talking with the nurses makes the time go
by much quicker!
I was surprised by how anxious I was about this second
treatment and I’m not really sure why I was so anxious. I felt bad because there was construction on
my way home from work, and I couldn’t find me jeans to change into so I was
scrambling to get ready for the appointment.
And then Donny and his mom were trying to talk to me on the car ride
there and I just was a ball of anxiety, so I wasn’t really talking. I hope I didn’t come off like a complete
brat, but I just didn’t realize how anxious I was for this appointment until we
were on the way to Northwestern. I
think I was more anxious about how sick Donny would get after the treatment more
than the actual treatment itself. But
Donny seems to be doing better this time than he was last time. Wednesday he was tired, but felt pretty good
and his coughing went down. And this
morning he said his stomach wasn’t right again, not nauseous, but not
right. But other than that, he said he’s
feeling pretty well. So I’m relieved
about that, but I don’t want to kid myself yet.
Friday will be the true test.
That’s the day when Donny felt the worst last time, so we will see this
time around.
It’s funny how, no matter what knowledge you have about this
process, it’s still a day by day thing. I
could read all the books and talk to hundreds of cancer survivors and their stories
will still be different than ours. The
thing that is the hardest for me is that just when Donny seems to be back to
normal, he’ll have another treatment and start the cycle all over again. But if this is what we need to do for him to
get better, I’m ok with that. Now I keep
thinking, only two treatments left until we know if the chemo is working or not. January 4, Donny gets the CT and PET scans
done again. Hopefully they’ll show the
cancerous activity has stopped and the tumors have shrunk. Until then...bring it on.
As promised, here is a picture of Donny's port connected to the IVs. This is on the left side of his chest. I can't help it, but I call these his tentacles. LOL It's weird watching the red chemo go in because you can see the bright red fluid flowing through those tubes that you can barely see now.