I feel like I should be writing more of these but it’s really hard to motivate myself to sit down and take the time. Oh well, I think I’m allowed to be a little laze right now, right? Anyways nothing major has changed since my last blog. I’m still going through chemo, the only thing I have to report is how I am handling it.
I just finished my second week in the hospital. That means I am halfway through(!) so I’m pretty happy about that but these first two cycles have been pretty rough. Just to remind you what I mean by a cycle, it is one week in the hospital and two weeks rest. I have to have four of these and I just finished my first two.
The first week was the roughest. I cannot take a medicine called Phenrygen. It’s anti-nausea and anxiety medicine. Most people love it. It’s helps them relax and deal with the pain. I think you know where I’m going with this, but once again due to my extreme bad luck I cannot take it. Since I have a unique body chemistry caused by my prevalent adult ADD Phenrygen has the opposite effect on me (caffeine does as well, calming instead of hyperacting). Phenrygen makes me freak out. I know this because the last time I was in chemo (when I was 16) they tried to make me take it. I was having siezures and waking nightmares (really fucked up hallucinations). So this time during my first week I was taking a drug called Compazine. Needless to say I was again having some odd pychological symptoms. For instance my eyes kept trying to roll into the back of my head and I couldn’t move my arms or shoulders very well. I came to find out later that Compazine was a sister drug to Phenrygen. Not as strong, but nonetheless something I quit taking after that first week. Without the mini-siezures my second week in the hospital was much better.
For some reason, I was much sicker my first week in chemo than my second. I would think it would have been the second week that would have made me much sicker as chemo is accumulative. I only threw up a hand full of times the second week compared to the first week’s few dozen. Indeed the worst part (which is actually the first few days after you get out of the hospital) wasn’t as bad the second week either. I was very grateful for this. thinking about it now, it was probably because they changed the way one of my medicines (a name much to complicated to remember) was administered.
Anywho just some thoughts on how the last few weeks have gone.
