On the morning of Friday, July 13th I arrived at St Vincents Hospital over an hour early for my 9am appointment. I had no idea what to expect but I didn’t feel as nervous as I thought I would. There was nothing I could really do to prepare myself, I just had to trust I was in good hands. I didn’t see the point in worrying about how it as going to go or what it might be like.
I just wanted to get on with it, it was happening either way and I would deal with it as best I could. My bloods had been taken two days beforehand so once I was weighed and measured I was ready to get fitted for my cold cap (see my post on my cold cap experience).
As it turned out there really wasn’t anything to stress about. Besides being prodded a bit with needles (and I hate needles) and trying to keep warm there was nothing unpleasant about the experience. I didn’t know how I would feel when receiving the chemo but I didn’t notice anything. The nurses were amazing.
They explained everything as we went along and started me off with an anti-nausea drug administered through the drip. They were so attentive and continued to check how I was getting on. My first chemo drug was Taxotere, this normally takes an hour but some people can have a reaction to it so they slowed down the administration of it for my first session until they knew I was getting on fine with it.
After that, I had my second chemo drug Cyclo which takes just half an hour. I got a prescription for a list of drugs/mouthwashes to help me with possible symptoms afterwards and was reassured the days of vomiting over a toilet bowl were over. I was told not to suffer in silence, there was plenty more they could do for different side effects so if I was feeling unwell I was just to pick up the phone and call them and they would look after me.
Adrian mentioned on the way home that he actually had a nice day (easy for him to say!). That shows how badly we’re overdue a few date nights – that a day chatting in a chemo ward is considered a nice date! But we did have a nice day, I wasn’t in any pain throughout the day, there was nothing particularly unpleasant about it and we had some good laughs (mainly at the state of me in my “scrum cap”). One down, now to wait for the real fun to start as the lovely side effects kick in.