Lets be friends. I am sick of thinking we are all chummy, working together for the greater good and then I pull the knife out of my back. You know the knife you jab in right when I think things are going to turn up?! So I just finished up chemo #4 (which leaves me with 2 more) and it was a hot mess. Chemo itself was great, having Scott and Luke there made the time go by much faster. The next day was a different story. I was (still am) in pain. If you recall after my first chemo visit I wasn't given the Neulasta injection--which is why my ANC went so low and I was hospitalized. After that mix-up I have received the shot the day proceeding my chemotherapy. So Wednesday I got the shot..........that is when my world went upside down. I was able to dodge chemo's knife but didn't see the shot coming my way. I was in pain, and lots of it. I was sitting in the middle of my bed hysterically crying, frantically calling the on-call stating "something was wrong" "I just wanted to be the in the hospital" and alot of other rash frantic sentences. When Scott saw me he calls the oncologist and we schedule to go in. I was pumped full of fluids, given some anti-nausea meds, some morphine and some encouragement.
|"I love you"|
|Hey cancer, you picked the wrong bitch|
|Luke & Scott kept busy|