Began my second round of chemo yesterday, after my morning 15 minutes with the Cyclops (i.e., the radiation machine). Yesterday was the first day the Kaiser Kona Clinic was in its new digs, and impressive digs they are: out near the airport, plenty of parking, nice modern facade and nice modern interiors, too. The infusion clinic, instead of being divided into a bunch of tiny closets, is now in a big, airy room with plenty of chairs and room. Moving-chaos had been semi-conquered, so everything took much longer than it should have, but I had a nice, comfy chair and a private view of a small heiau (a native holy place), and beyond that the scrubby shore and boats passing on the ocean.
I was able to pull a practical joke on Draconis Audrey, the wonderful chemo nurse who reamed me out over getting a new tattoo a week before chemo. I found a temporary tattoo of the symbol for (ghod help us) colorectal cancer awareness, and applied it to my arm yesterday morning. She almost fell for it, but she’s a good sport and laughed over it. She knows that I know that she’d butcher me if I got a new tattoo.
I don’t know if this round of chemo will be easier than last, but this time I am better prepared: dealing with the mouth sores before they appear by using a mouthwash specific for dryness, dealing with the fundament with prescription lidocain ointment, sitz baths, and a silver sulfadiazine cream that is used on people with 2nd and 3rd degree burns. Also stocked up on a case of Ensure (yes, I have admitted defeat and the stuff isn’t all that bad, really) and a case of Kirkland moist, flushable wet-wipes. Still tired as hell and unable to drive, so Peg & Burny are providing much-appreciated support. Bring it on!
I’m scheduled for another CT scan on the 3rd, to check the progress of things and determine whether the Cyclops needs to be refocused. I’m eager for the results, which I hope to have on Monday.
Still losing hair, skin still very dry and fingernails chancy. But all in all, things are good.