As the guy who doesn't have cancer, walking into chemo treatments with Andrea is a little like watching a wildfire burn with my chin on a shovel while all the firefighters around me are doing their best to contain the flames. On Monday we spent five hours meeting with our doctor, getting Andrea set up for her for first treatment, and then finally dripping a bunch of chemicals into her port. It was a surprise to me just how long it takes for people to receive their treatments. As the nurse showed us around the treatment center during our chemo class a few weeks ago, it seemed like we were the new kids in a strange school and now I know why. Spending hours every week, or for some everyday, sitting in a chair with a tube dripping into you, you start to get to know the people around you. We met a couple of funny ladies, a really nice guy that told us the best place to get food, and an old guy that worked the room from the second he came in to the minute he left. The nurses are fantastic and everyone is so caring. There is definitely a we're-all-in-this-together sort of feel with the people that are there.
The days that followed the chemo treatment were pretty much as we had been told to expect. Andrea was feeling great on Monday, having been pumped full of a bunch of feel-good drugs before the hard stuff. She could hardly sleep that night and then early Tuesday morning she felt like crap. She was nauseous and threw-up once, but by the afternoon she was feeling well enough to do some work from home. On Wednesday she went back to work, Thursday hit a wall, and Friday was doing great again. Saturday morning she woke up early to go to Jazzercise for the first time in a couple of months and it was awesome for her to get back with her Jazzerfriends--a big accomplishment.
We've also had a couple of new additions to our family. Friday we went with Andrea to her wig fitting and she brought home a couple of ladies that now sit on head stands in our bathroom curio cabinet waiting for Andrea's hair to fall out. I'm not sure if she has named them yet, but they definitely reflect the different sides of her personality. True to who she is, she had a lot of fun trying on different styles and not crying about losing her hair. We took a bunch of pictures with the different looks, and I gotta say I'm not hating the date night wig.
The days that followed the chemo treatment were pretty much as we had been told to expect. Andrea was feeling great on Monday, having been pumped full of a bunch of feel-good drugs before the hard stuff. She could hardly sleep that night and then early Tuesday morning she felt like crap. She was nauseous and threw-up once, but by the afternoon she was feeling well enough to do some work from home. On Wednesday she went back to work, Thursday hit a wall, and Friday was doing great again. Saturday morning she woke up early to go to Jazzercise for the first time in a couple of months and it was awesome for her to get back with her Jazzerfriends--a big accomplishment.
We've also had a couple of new additions to our family. Friday we went with Andrea to her wig fitting and she brought home a couple of ladies that now sit on head stands in our bathroom curio cabinet waiting for Andrea's hair to fall out. I'm not sure if she has named them yet, but they definitely reflect the different sides of her personality. True to who she is, she had a lot of fun trying on different styles and not crying about losing her hair. We took a bunch of pictures with the different looks, and I gotta say I'm not hating the date night wig.