Today was a much better day than yesterday. The combination of adavan ("anxiety reliever"), pain killer for the IJ line, and the benadryl before I started chemo knocked me out completely for the entire day. My first drug, rituxin, is a pretty serious one so they kept me at NIH all day to keep an eye of me for fever, chills, or any flu-like symptoms. I drifted in and out of consciousness all day and could not seem to wake up for anything. A Nurse Pracitioner from NIH came up to talk to me because someone at my rock climbing gym told him that someone in the "rock climbing community" had gotten cancer so he came to introduce himself. Wow, I'm a member of the rock climbing community! I'm pretty sure Jeff C. told the person who told me because I don't really know the person who told him - it was pretty amazing nonetheless.
We finally left and came home where I drifted in and out of watching some of my old TV shows on the DVR. I finally gave up fighting the sleep and went to bed around 10pm and sleep really well for the first time in a week. My nerves have been shot since I was first diagnosed and I've been anxious ever since. I woke up at 6am this morning refreshed and ready to go do something.
Mike and I took a walk today and it felt so good to be outside and moving around. I also did a little light housekeeping and Shuk-Kwan and Andy came over this afternoon. Oh, and Mom came over to show Mike his new chore of giving me a shot every day. I was relieved that she didn't cause me as much pain as some nurses did. Now the pressure's on Mike so I guess I should be nice to him!
We headed back to NIH to replace my chemo bag, which was a quick snatch-n-grab type of thing: for you NASCAR fans it would be the equivalent of a pit stop. I head back to "pit road" tomorrow for another replacement. I'll make the trip every day until Monday and then for my final day on Tuesday (this cycle), I will have another long day at NIH because I have to stay for the duration of that day's medication and they have to remove my IJ line until the next cycle. I must remember to beg for pain killers before that experience because I'm still squeamish about all of this stuff.
I hope I'll feel just as good tomorrow and will have a few more good days before I experience any bad days. Thanks for all of your thoughts, prayers, gifts, and support. Just knowing that so many people care about me is a tremendous help that will carry me through the next 180 or so days of this treatment.