I was in today for a five hour dose of Bleomycin. This is a type of antibiotic that is poisonous to the type of cancer cells that I have. It binds to them and stops them from dividing. Go get the little bugger Bleomycin!
I was in a day ward for six hours whilst being infused and took my usual gung ho attitude with me when I left. But the pride before a fall adage rings true here. Thinking i'd got away scot free I bounded out to a cab to travel home with my cousin. That's when it all unwound a little. I started shivering and shaking and just felt atrocious. By the time I was home it was straight to bed and a couple of hours of constant temperature checking thinking that I had an infection. Luckily that wasn't the case, just a reaction to the drug and me not taking it easy. Lesson learnt. I even posted an ominous, I don't feel too well message, on Facebook.
I then remembered what my oncology sister said a little before I left the ward: "don't think twice about having an ibuprofen if you need one." So I called for the husband to my bed in my weakened and dramatic state, he was rather worried, and asked for a couple of ibuprofen thinking anything that might provide relief would be a blessing. Here I am a couple of hours later, bright as a button and tapping away. I'll try not to cry wolf so readily again. Apologies all but Mrs Wooton would have been proud of my amateur dramatics.
Bleomycin also isn't the nausea inducing drug either, although I don't really seem to be suffering too much from that, I think I may be so used to functioning with a gin martini hangover that I don't notice! Kids! don't try this preventative remedy at home.
I now have a week off until my next day treatment next Tuesday. Time to start downloading Homeland.
ps. the information that i'm mentioning regarding treatment is from canceresearch.org.uk which is really an amazing mine of information for people in treatment and those who want to know a little bit more, so this attribution is to them.
I was in a day ward for six hours whilst being infused and took my usual gung ho attitude with me when I left. But the pride before a fall adage rings true here. Thinking i'd got away scot free I bounded out to a cab to travel home with my cousin. That's when it all unwound a little. I started shivering and shaking and just felt atrocious. By the time I was home it was straight to bed and a couple of hours of constant temperature checking thinking that I had an infection. Luckily that wasn't the case, just a reaction to the drug and me not taking it easy. Lesson learnt. I even posted an ominous, I don't feel too well message, on Facebook.
I then remembered what my oncology sister said a little before I left the ward: "don't think twice about having an ibuprofen if you need one." So I called for the husband to my bed in my weakened and dramatic state, he was rather worried, and asked for a couple of ibuprofen thinking anything that might provide relief would be a blessing. Here I am a couple of hours later, bright as a button and tapping away. I'll try not to cry wolf so readily again. Apologies all but Mrs Wooton would have been proud of my amateur dramatics.
Bleomycin also isn't the nausea inducing drug either, although I don't really seem to be suffering too much from that, I think I may be so used to functioning with a gin martini hangover that I don't notice! Kids! don't try this preventative remedy at home.
I now have a week off until my next day treatment next Tuesday. Time to start downloading Homeland.
ps. the information that i'm mentioning regarding treatment is from canceresearch.org.uk which is really an amazing mine of information for people in treatment and those who want to know a little bit more, so this attribution is to them.
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