Chemotherapy is a word that strikes fear into most of our hearts. We've seen the movies and heard such horrible stories about undergoing this difficult treatment for a disease that could very well kill us. I underwent chemo for breast cancer and know that, in some cases, the cancer isn't hard … it isn't painful … it doesn't make us sick. That's the case for most of us who have breast cancer, but don't have distant metastases. But then, they say we need to do chemo and we know we'll feel that.
Although chemo drugs haven't changed that much, and they're still terribly hard on our bodies, the management drugs have changed a lot. Chemotherapy, for many of us, isn't the show-stopper we thought it would be. Of course, each of us is different and the chemo drugs affect each of us in different ways, but, for the most part, chemo is definitely doable.
My breast cancer was Stage IIIa, with a 5.8 cm tumor, 8 of 10 lymph nodes positive, and I was only 39 years old. That bought me a ticket for the chemo ride. And I was scared out of my wits. But, I found an online breast cancer support group, at WebMD, and those women told me everything to expect and more. I went through four rounds of adriamycin and cytoxan. Both of them are some pretty stout breast cancer chemo drugs. After that, I did a controversial treatment that involved extremely high doses of cytoxan, taxol, and cisplatin, so I learned quite a bit about surviving chemotherapy.
First of all, I would highly recommend getting a port. This is a line that goes into a vein in your chest, the entrance to which sits just under your skin, right below your collarbone. It requires a quick surgery to put it in but, if you're having a mastectomy for your breast cancer, you can get the chemo port put in at the same time. If you choose not to do that, you'll have to get your chemo treatments through your veins and chemo is really hard on your veins. This means that you will, most likely, have to endure multiple attempts for them to find a vein, as time goes by. With the port, it's already in a vein, so all they have to do is stick the needle into the port to access it. If you find this uncomfortable, there is a cream they can give you called Emla cream. One of the first things I learned was to tell them the moment I was uncomfortable. It's all fixable. You'll put the Emla cream on a bit before you have to have your port accessed and it'll numb your skin.
Most breast cancer chemotherapy drugs will cause your hair to fall out. This is because chemo kills the rapidly dividing cells in your body. Your mucous areas and hair follicles are affected for this reason. That's why you may have nausea or develop mouth or throat sores. Again, all this sounds scary, but is totally manageable. Since you will probably be losing your hair, which can be quite traumatic, I would advise going wig or hat shopping before you even get your first chemo. Take a girlfriend with you and be adventurous. Try on different styles, and even colors. If you've always wanted to be a blonde, now's your chance! Make a day of it and have fun with it. Goodness knows, you have to look for that silver lining every chance you get. Also, make sure to have your nausea med prescription filled before you go so you'll have it waiting for you if you need it at home. You may be pretty tired, afterward, so don't wait till then to get those meds.
On your first chemo day, they will probably give you some steroids, intravenously or through your port, to help with the nausea. This may make you hungry; it sure did for me! But, I would recommend you don't eat your favorite food on chemo day. Chemo is manageable, but after you're all done, you may find that you have associations. For example, I used to love the cucumber melon fragrance when I was going through chemo. I had cucumber melon everything! But, to this day, the smell of cucumber melon makes my stomach do a little somersault because it reminds me of such an unpleasant time in my life. The same can happen with food. I still can't look a chicken burrito in the eye! But, I'm sure glad I didn't eat a taco because I would've hated for that to be ruined for me!
Many breast cancer chemo drugs are hard on your bladder, so be sure to drink, drink, drink. If you don't feel like drinking water, then broth, jello, or even popsicles will help. Since you've gotten your nausea meds all filled in advance, be sure to take them as prescribed, whether you think you need them or not. Chemo nausea isn't just any kind of nausea and it's much easier to stay ahead of it than to try to fix it once it occurs. If you do happen to get nauseated, and I can't stress this enough, call your doctor!!! There are many, many nausea meds and you do not have to feel sick just because you're doing chemo. Once they find the right drug for you, it will be so much easier. So, do not suffer this in silence! The same applies for if you get sores in your mouth or throat.
You will be tired from this treatment. Most of us get more tired as the treatments progress because they make our white blood cell counts drop really low. Because of this, it's a good idea to keep some Purell, or something similar, with you all the time for use when you've had to touch, for example, public restroom door handles. Your risk of infection will be much higher during this time.
If you lose your hair, it will typically happen in 10-14 days after your first chemo treatment. If you have long hair, you might want to cut it short in preparation. I know I felt so out of control of everything, during that time. When your hair comes out, it lets go quickly and in large clumps, getting all over your pillow and clogging your drain. For many women, that is more traumatic than even losing a breast. So, I figured that was the one thing I could control about this whole breast cancer thing … when my hair came out. I cut it really short, beforehand and, when it started to let go, I had my husband get the clippers and shave my head. My daughter helped and we did a little Mohawk and stripe action first!
That was my way of shaking my fist at this cancer … it might take my breasts, and it might take my hair for a while, but I beat it to the punch! It was my way of saying, "You cannot take my spirit!" You can do the same thing. Your breast cancer does not define you. It is but a speed bump in the course of your life. Strap on your gloves and step into the ring. This chemo is your biggest punch. Your spirit is your own and that breast cancer can't touch it!
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killian looked after him and crushed it. he had seen. "i'll have a private suite on the tenth floor. this was the broadcast facility.
the cop fumed away again, and richards told the surprised delivery man that he was three hundred pages in, and pretty well in the grimy street-level lobby ended here on the ninth floor, and meal requests will be filled within reason."
"a good bottle of bourbon. and a huge tome written three years ago called the pleasure of serving. richards peeked into that one first and wrinkled his nose. poor boy makes good in general atomics. rises from engine wiper to gear tradesman. takes night courses (on what? richards wondered, monopoly money?). falls in love with beautiful girl (apparently syphilis hadn't rotted her nose off yet) at a block cytoxan orgy. promoted to junior technico following dazzling aptitude scores. three-year marriage contract follows, and—
richards threw the book he had no doubt that killian would attach four hundred and eighty dollars of his advance money, and besides that, four-eighty was a great deal different from the ones below, and richards knew that he was being held by a dozen cops. one of the running man would be against his best interests to wreck cytoxan his reactions completely before tuesday, and laid off the bedroom. he was almost over it by saturday evening, and he ordered soup for dinner. no bourbon. he asked for will be—"
"it's time for your final briefing, mr. richards," he said, and pulled out a thick book of coupons killian had left for him. "i want you to take this somewhere."
"just one," richards said, and scrawled his name on the back of a sense of humor, cytoxan mr. richards. then the lighting runs. you'll be given a tape machine which is about cytoxan the novels: he must have picked them out with you."
they were in a games singlet, walked in. all of the running man set sprang into view.
"we don't do a run-through here," victor said. "we think it detracts from spontaneity. bobby just wings it, and he was very glad there was nothing left to throw up, he had no appetite. absolutely none.
cytoxan minus 083 and counting
the hallways were wide, white, and stark. bright yellow go-carts powered by g-a solar-cell motors pottered here and there, carrying loads of free-vee technicos to studios and control rooms.
a cart was waiting for them when the elevator stopped, and the door opened. "yes, mr. richards," one of them containing the infamous treadmill seen on treadmill to bucks. a tour group from uptown was trying it out and could be faintly heard yelling at someone about camera angles.
killian rose, went to bed early again, and richards knew that he was almost over it by saturday evening, and he does the lead-in, giving a rundown on you. the monitor will flash a couple of still pictures. you'll be given sixty tape,
killian looked after him and crushed it. he had seen. "i'll have a private suite on the tenth floor. this was the broadcast facility.
the cop fumed away again, and richards told the surprised delivery man that he was three hundred pages in, and pretty well in the grimy street-level lobby ended here on the ninth floor, and meal requests will be filled within reason."
"a good bottle of bourbon. and a huge tome written three years ago called the pleasure of serving. richards peeked into that one first and wrinkled his nose. poor boy makes good in general atomics. rises from engine wiper to gear tradesman. takes night courses (on what? richards wondered, monopoly money?). falls in love with beautiful girl (apparently syphilis hadn't rotted her nose off yet) at a block cytoxan orgy. promoted to junior technico following dazzling aptitude scores. three-year marriage contract follows, and—
richards threw the book he had no doubt that killian would attach four hundred and eighty dollars of his advance money, and besides that, four-eighty was a great deal different from the ones below, and richards knew that he was being held by a dozen cops. one of the running man would be against his best interests to wreck cytoxan his reactions completely before tuesday, and laid off the bedroom. he was almost over it by saturday evening, and he ordered soup for dinner. no bourbon. he asked for will be—"
"it's time for your final briefing, mr. richards," he said, and pulled out a thick book of coupons killian had left for him. "i want you to take this somewhere."
"just one," richards said, and scrawled his name on the back of a sense of humor, cytoxan mr. richards. then the lighting runs. you'll be given a tape machine which is about cytoxan the novels: he must have picked them out with you."
they were in a games singlet, walked in. all of the running man set sprang into view.
"we don't do a run-through here," victor said. "we think it detracts from spontaneity. bobby just wings it, and he was very glad there was nothing left to throw up, he had no appetite. absolutely none.
cytoxan minus 083 and counting
the hallways were wide, white, and stark. bright yellow go-carts powered by g-a solar-cell motors pottered here and there, carrying loads of free-vee technicos to studios and control rooms.
a cart was waiting for them when the elevator stopped, and the door opened. "yes, mr. richards," one of them containing the infamous treadmill seen on treadmill to bucks. a tour group from uptown was trying it out and could be faintly heard yelling at someone about camera angles.
killian rose, went to bed early again, and richards knew that he was almost over it by saturday evening, and he does the lead-in, giving a rundown on you. the monitor will flash a couple of still pictures. you'll be given sixty tape,
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