It’s two weeks later, and I’m sitting in the infusion center at GBMC. I’m just about finished with the Cytoxan, the second drug of the day, and then we’ll be free to go. Day One of Chemotherapy done.
The Adriamycin already turned my pee pinkish-red. The Cytoxan made my
sinuses burn, but the nurse tells me that it’ll stop shortly after the
infusion ends. I discovered that LifeSavers help distract from the sensation.
Also, LifeSavers are delicious. I got them off the snack tray that a
volunteer brought around earlier this morning, along with some delicious
Lorna Doone short bread cookies. Kevin helped himself to the slushie
machine—Orange Cream! I had a couple of sips and now that I’m thinking
about it, I just might stop on the way out for one of my own. What
diabetes? My sugar was just fine this morning.
Lisa was my nurse,
and she was excellent. Michele, the Oncology Support social worker,
stopped by to see how I was doing and if I needed anything. She is going
to look into the discounted membership for the YMCA for cancer patients.
I’m looking forward to it—I dropped my membership about eight months ago
because it was so expensive and I wasn’t using it as much anymore, but I
miss the water aerobics classes, especially now during pregnancy and as
my hip starts to get more aggravated. So while I’m feeling a bit
squicky about asking for the special programs, I know that our finances
certainly can’t support a gym membership fee right now, and I’ll suck it
up and take advantage of the programs that are out there.
of finances, anybody want to buy or rent our rowhouse? It’s in a great
area, it’s cute and cozy (that’s realtor code for small), and we really
really really really really need someone to move in so we don’t have to
carry two mortgages anymore.
Also finances? Holy crap
our insurance coverage for cancer sucks. I have a $100 copay plus 30% of
the cost of the drugs and agents used. Per infusion visit. Before I’m
done with this, I’ll have 16 infusion visits. Plus surgery, plus
radiation. Radiation is at the same rate. Wait. That can’t be right. I
have to go five days a week for 6.5 or so weeks. Please God don’t let that