I woke up early this morning, about 7.30am. I woke up feeling nervous and a bit afraid of the unknown. I had no idea what to expect for my first chemotherapy treatment. My Dad picked up my girlfriend and I at 8am and we arrived early at the hospital. I was even more nervous having to wait in the waiting room of the haematology centre. Finally, Louise called my name and we made our way to the chemotherapy lounge.
There were about 10 chairs in the room and a couple of beds. I was in here for my BMA too except I had the comfort of a bed that time. There were only a few other chemo patients in the room, all of them were seniors. It felt strange to be the only young person.
I selected a chair and Louise met me with a trolley full of various medical paraphernalia. I could see the needle she would use.. I was dreading having it put in my arm; I figured my veins would collapse like the last few times.
Several attempts later, and I was right. My left arm failed and Louise attempted my right arm a few times before it went in. They are trialling some new type of catheter that just wouldn't work so Louise ended up just using the old type but unfortunately, the gauge was bigger :(
Louise talked me through each drug as she slowly administered them through the drip in my arm. First saline, then an anti-nausea drug, and then my first chemotherapy drug; Doxorubicin. Louise used a big syringe to push it slowly through my drip. It was a deep red colour. I watched it flow down the clear tube into my arm. I was finally on the road to getting better.
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The next drug (Bleomycin) was clear, it was also put into my body through a syringe into my drip. Louise explained that this was the drug that could affect my lungs. Again, she mentions I need to quit smoking. It's gonna be tough but I think having a good reason to quit will give me an extra push to actually do it.
No more syringes. The last two are given to me through drip bags. Both are clear liquids. The Vinblastine went in fairly quickly but I had to sit for an hour while the Dacarbazine went into my body. Both of these gave me an odd feeling. I can't explain it but it made my vein feel really funny every few minutes.
I had to have a little more fluid and then I was ready to go home. Whilst I was waiting for the last bag of saline to go through, I was staring down the corridor and noticed my mum walking down towards me:) It was a really big pleasant shock and surprise. A woman called Orietta came and spoke to me about Centrelink and various organisations like the Starlight Foundation. Turns out I actually get to make a wish which is awesome. I'll have to work out what I'm gonna wish for before they call me.
My bladder was gonna explode after all those fluids so I took her card and ran for a wee. Just like Louise said; my urine was a dark orange colour from the Doxorubicin.
Louise organised my medication and my girlfriend and I went to pick them up. I had 4 different tablets to take home. I hoped my girlfriend was listening when the lady explained each medication. Thankfully, Louise left an information sheet.
I was exhausted when we got home. I went to sleep for a few hours with my girlfriend. When I woke up my Mum had cooked us pasta, chicken and salad for the next 2 days' dinner. Surprisingly, I had quite an appetite. I hope that nausea, I've heard so much about, doesn't kick in any time soon.
My next treatment is is on the 7th of November.
I'll try to update my blog with how I'm feeling in the mean time