Sleep, lack of: A decent’s night sleep, until the early morning alarm call from the nausea demon
But it’s 8.08 am now, and I’ve managed to keep everything down, just, so it will ease off soon, it will. Keeping the meds down is the important thing, because once you’re actually vomiting, you’re lost. The key point about anti-emesis is pre-emptive strikes to prevent the waves of nausea you’re riding from breaking into actual vomiting. That’s when you’re in real trouble: you can’t control the nausea by taking pills, because you just vomit up the pills. And then there is nothing for it but to go back to the hospital for IV treatment, to get the anti-emetics pumped straight into your bloodstream. But I’ve already had to do that once this week, and I really don’t want to have to do it again.
You are not going to believe this.
The point that I noted the other day to follow up was an odd phrase I saw linked to one of the 3 FEC drugs I am taking – the ‘C’ in FEC, which stands for Cyclophosphamide, was somewhere alluded to as a ‘nitrogen mustard’. This made me think of mustard and cress, and fertiliser: I was curious, wondering if Cyclophosphamide was perhaps distilled from the leaves of mustard and cress - many potent pharmaceuticals are derived from plants, after all.
And that, dear Reader, was how the great and wonderful
story of chemotherapy treatment began.
And that, dear Reader, was how the great and wonderful story of chemotherapy treatment began.
And to think I used to imagine I was living a bit close to the edge by taking an extra Nurofen Plus…