So, after spending most of December recovering from surgery the New Year arrived. Chris and I were doing all your typical holiday activities with our children. Michael came in to visit for a week. His mother was in her glory. I sure did miss him! After his visit was over it was time for chemo again. The chemo would be different this time. I would be getting a drug that caused severe diarrhea and one that would give me severe acne. Do you have the visual? Yes, not pretty! I had my first treatment and it went quite well. I didn't have the symptoms that I thought I would. I got a pimple or two, this I could deal with. The next day all hell broke loose. There were pimples on top of pimples. I would walk past a mirror and not recognize the person in the mirror. And the other symptom was even worse. I found myself in bed most of the time. Bed, toliet, bed , toliet, toliet toliet , bed. Again ladies, this is not the way to lose weight. Just after my birthday , I was admitted to the hospital with a bowel obstruction. I was at St. Lukes with my original oncologist. He gave me IV fluid and put a tube down my nose. I ended up getting TPN which is nutrition through the IV and nothing by mouth. I think I was in there for a week or two. I don't remember much of that visit. They discharged me to home and my husband and mother helped me through my rough days. They decided not to give me anymore chemo. It made me way to sick. I was good for a couple of days until it hit again. Fever increased and Chris decided it was time to go to MDA. No more St. Lukes and more old oncologist. We went to MDA with me holding a trash bin the whole way there. They admitted me right away. I had developed an infection in my port-a-cath. They removed it from my chest and started antibiotics. This hospitalization lasted for about a week before I was discharged. I slept through most of it.
I vowed I would never have that chemo again. My pimples cleared up:)
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