Chemo is over now! I am also halfway through the herceptin therapy. I still have to go to the chemo room every 3 weeks because herceptin is administered via IV but it takes only about half an hour. Last week I was done in an hour, including waiting time and my consult with Dr. Bastarrachea compared to the 2 1/2 hours the first six pre-chemo/chemo/herceptin combo and consults took.
I have had my share of adventures.
My surgical site developed another seroma. The first one happened after my biopsy/lumpectomy. That’s one of the reasons combined with the staph infection that there was a month between the biopsy and the mastectomy. Doctors prefer not to operate on people with active staph infection. This time around I was spared the infection but had yet another drain installed. This is my third one, I now have several interesting round scars around my right rib cage, but the six inch one where my breast used to be pretty much would keep anyone from noticing them.
Speaking of scars. Apparently, chemotherapy lowers your blood pressure. Most people would see that as an unexpected benefit, but my BP is already pretty low. Poor Husband found me on kitchen floor lying in a (small) pool of blood last month. I fainted because my BP dropped when I stood up too quickly. Fortunately I missed the counter as I went down. It really could have been much worse since our counters are made of cement and tile. He told me not to get up and ran to get help. I was happy to comply since I still wasn’t really clear on what happened. He came back and told me to get up because our neighbor, Ron, was bringing his car and we were going to Clínica Yucatán so I could get stitches. I objected, I wanted to change my clothes or at least put on some pants. I had on a short totally shapeless baby doll dress and was embarrassed to go out dressed like that. Husband probably thought that I was delirious but he decided to humor me by handing me a pair of his scrub pants to put on-since they were conveniently hanging on the back of the bathroom door.
Clínica Yucatán is the closest private hospital to our house, it’s about a ten minute walk but I was probably not in any shape to walk. Since it was early Sunday morning, the clinic was empty and there was no waiting in urgencias (the emergency room). The attending physician told me that I needed 4 stitches and that it would be $800 mxn. She probably looked at my charming ensemble and wondered if I would be able to produce the cash. Husband’s scrub pants are loose fitting on him so you can just imagine how they looked on me. I was really rocking the bag lady chic, later Ron said that I looked like I had been in a bar fight and lost.
The universe seems to think that I needed a rest because along with lowering my blood pressure the chemo caused anemia. The most exciting thing I have done recently (besides crack my head open) has been read the entire Agent Pendergast Series on my kindle. Life being ironic, I also was waking up at 5;30 am and falling asleep by 8:30 pm because all that reading in bed is so exhausting.
So chemo is over, I have a long list of things that I want to do. I still have anemia but not as badly as I did but it’s ridiculous how quickly I get tired out. I’m taking things slow, but I’m back.