So, the rest of the week was fairly uneventful. As treatment goes on, you can start to feel the massive die off of cells. It gets harder to want to eat, and you are progressively drained of energy. No big deal, that’s what it always is for everyone, plus while in the hospital you get the powerful meds to really minimize the discomfort. The difficult part is yet to come.
I couldn’t overcome the water retention just walking around, so I got a dose of Lasix to get the extra fluid out. Seemed to work out fine, but next cycle I’m definitely walking around from the beginning! Turns out Lasixs are super hard on your kidneys.
As the last two days roll around, I was past ready to go home and be with the family. The deep pains, malaise, and thorough destruction of taste and smell really do a lot to make a person want pack it in early. Thankfully, I have such an outpouring of love and support that I can mentally get through just about anything. However, it doesn’t hurt to have a very determined and somewhat aggressive nursing staff that will make sure you are taken care of.
I’m looking forward to Sunday, the morning after the last infusion. I get discharged after the last tests come back clean, around noon. Dad comes to pick me up, and after an obligatory wheel chair ride, I’m in the car for what turns out to be a rather pleasant ride home.
Now the real challenges will begin…