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I Was So Nauseous That I Ate Everything

I went in for treatment #9 yesterday, despite not having any cancer to put it towards. The doctor said that I was in complete remission, so we would do 2 “consolidation” treatment cycles to make sure. That means 4 more treatments, which has me done with this crap on January 9th, 2006, assuming all goes well.

My blood counts are still high and my hair is sticking around, and in a lot of ways, you wouldn’t know I’m a chemo patient unless I told you.

And speaking of, I suppose I should be more careful about when and where I tell people. When we went out Wednesday night to celebrate the PET scan, I told every person that would listen, or was at least in ear shot. The people that knew about my diagnosis were happy to hear it, but those friends of mine that hadn’t heard were a little taken back.

“You got what?” They would shout over the music.

“I beat cancer!”

“You’re being transfered?”

“No,” I’d shout back, “I BEAT CANCER!”

Then their face would go blank and sheet-white and they’d mouth, “You had cancer?”

“Yeah, but I beat it!”

Still shocked, they’d say mouth again, “You had cancer?”

Anyway, it was probably kind of a buzz-kill for those who hadn’t heard, but maybe they had just missed the point of the good news.

So. 4 more treatments. I’ve decided that now that I’ve beat cancer, I’m not going to take these treatments John-Wayne style. I walked right into the chemo room and before I even sat down I was asking the nurse to just put me out. Just give me some of that sedative stuff and wake me when you’re done. I don’t want my brain to have anything to do with it this time. And while you’re at it, I want some pain relievers, and some laxatives (believe me), and some fiber (again, just believe me), and I want more anti-hiccup stuff, and antacids, and the strongest anti-nausea stuff you’ve got. Give it to me now.

The session was pretty easy, being asleep and all. William was there, and so was Shirley. The two old guys down the way were talking about not being able to taste their morning coffee anymore, and their wives were talking about how their husbands can’t taste the morning coffee anymore. Shirley told me she was “really praying” for me, although I can’t help but think that there are others that could use it more. I heard William give out a growling scream from one of the rooms about half-way through – probably something with needles, that guy hates needles.

I woke up and went to the bathroom and turned the water red – that was how I knew they’d already put the drugs in. It was kind of a surprise, but I was glad that I slept through it. Like I said, forget that John-Wayne, take-it-like-you-want-it nonsense, I’ve been through enough.

Because I’ve gained 40 lbs since the beginning of treatment (yeah, I know, it feels like a lot to me too), they had to up my dosage of chemo. That means more of everything – Bleomyacin, steroids – everything. By the time I came home, I was so nauseous, I could hardly wait to eat everything in the house. (It’s a hard feeling to explain.) I had a chicken stirfry, and two chicken sandwiches, and chocolate and then, later, a whole spread of Kentucky Fried Chicken dinner. I reeeeeeally hate steroids. I swear I’ll be 2 bills by the end of this nonsense.

3 more treatments to go. Take it Elvis:

I’ll a-have a b-b-Bleo Christmas with chemo
I’ll be so bloated, just taking that drano.
I’ll be doin’ alright, by January 9th,
but I’ll have a Bleo-o Christmas.