It’s been an interesting couple of weeks. After the second chemo treatment I had a “port-a-cath” put in which I call my in-flight refueling port. It’s under the skin on the chest and makes it easier to receive treatments because it is semi-permanently attached into a major vein. In this case it is meant to allow me to get my treatments without having to stay in the hospital for three days.
So you can imagine my surprise when I went to the hospital as the doctor had told us to get my out-patient treatment and it was the wrong day! Not only that, but they had told us just to come “next Tuesday” as a walk-in and it would be done. Nope. Not only do they not give chemo treatments at the “day-care” center on Tuesday, but you need an appointment. So I was put into the hospital again for three days, without my bringing any necessary items, for treatment. Apparently the doctor and the nurse on the unit didn’t know how the day-care center works; i.e., the right hand and the left hand don’t talk to each other. They were very apologetic, but I lost three days again.
This Wednesday I will be going for the first “out-patient” treatment. Than means a couple of hours there and then going home with an “infuser” that takes two days to do its magic. But at least I won’t have to stay in the hospital every other week. That is a pain.
The doctors have been surprised that so far the after effects have been light; some nausea and weakness, but nothing I can’t deal with. Baruch HaShem. I don’t need any other problems.
Posted on March 7, 2011
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