Round two of chemo was postponed a week due to Christmas Eve falling on my three week interval. I went in on New Years Eve in order to get the infusion at 4 weeks. This time it was Mom's turn to take me down. I would only have my meeting with Dr. George and then the infusion. I did have a new problem though. Since I have been sitting on my hip as opposed to my bottom my back is now completely curved (half moon style). I now weigh not my normal 132 pounds, but a mere 118. I cannot believe that I weigh less than 120! Do you know how long I tried to lose all of that weight?

I begin my appointment in Dr. George's office but Becky is running late so another nurse Mellissa is going to 'hook me up' with my port. She does but uses a different needle and I feel like I have been plugged into literally! OUCH! That really did hurt! After meeting with Dr. George who tells me that it is time that I force feed myself although nothing sounds appetizing to me at all, I make a quick dash for McDonalds before chemo. Since I now know there is a nasty side effect to the Oxalyplatin that will keep me from eating, drinking, touching, breathing, or being in the presence of anything cold for the week following treatment I decide I need a Coke with ice and a parfait! YUM!

After our mad dash across town Mom and I head for the infusion center. I am once again greeted by my smiling friend, Ms. Pat. She remembers my drunken stupor from my first infusion and assures me that things will only be better this time! After telling her that the worse thing that happened to me after the first infusion was the sleeping for 48 hours she begins the treatment. I start with the premeds, then Benadryl, then the oxalyplatin, and then the new drug....dum dum dum.... avastin. Avastin is suppose to attack the cancer cells and cut off their blood supply. Yay! I hope this one works really well!

This time I do not sleep but I know the culprit! I entered "a dark dark place" in my life (as Land describes it), in which I was depressed. I have never been depressed so I had no idea where I was! hee hee! So, upon review of my records Dr. George put me on Zoloft. I had no idea that anti depression meds were speed! Well, once again that is what my body processed them as! I slept from 3am until 6 am for about three weeks and that was all, if I was lucky! I did eventually switch my dosage to a morning dose so that I could sleep once again.

Since the Avastin was the new drug that would be the factor in the healing or lack there of for my wound it was the drug of fear for me. We would not know how my body would react to the drug until after my infusion and the body processed the medication. I came home after my treatment and went right to bed. However, my tranquil healing was quickly altered! Friday morning I woke up and went right to work feeling great. By 10 am I began to feel a little nauseated and went to bed with my nausea medicine. Within 15 minutes of taking the meds I began vomiting. This was my biggest fear! How could I survive this? I am not a person who does well when she is sick! I continued to be sick for the next 10 hours! I lost two pounds of water weight, began slurring my words, became dehydrated, and was rocking in pain in my bed. This was a nightmare! After the ten hours was over the pain, nausea, vomiting and muscle spasms stopped as quickly as they started! Wow!! What a rough day or me, my family, my hero nurse Land, and anyone else who was within ear distance from me. I guess Happy New Year to you!

Now, how will this next treatment go? I am scared to find out!