The days were still cool to cold as I headed out of town to get my 2nd chemo treatment. In another blog, I already mentioned my fiasco of trying to walk the parking lot. It appears my life is always naturally full of adventure or perhaps I am responsible for creating that adventure, not quite sure.
These beginning treatments were being administered at a faster speed and then it was slowed down after my third treatment because one of the chemo could possibly damage my heart. They explained this to me in great detail of the pros and cons of the treatment plan. For me, what made sense, it’s an aggressive cancer and I am in the brink of death so you are going to give me an aggressive dosage of chemo and if I survive then you will slow down the treatment so it will not kill me or aka kill my heart. Of course, it sounds better in all the medical terminology but this is my quick version of their explanation. The chemo was administered for the entire day and ended up being one of the two last patients in the treatment center. In the last hour, they put both of us in the same room so the nurses could monitor us, the remaining two patients. We were both in our twenties so we started talking about life and dreams. As we were talking, we started to smell food and we were both so hungry. The other patient was in an experimental treatment and I had just received my “24-hour” nausea medicine and had been there all day without having eaten anything. In our last minutes before leaving, we changed our conversation to what we want to eat. She mentioned a local favorite restaurant that most rave about so I thought to myself that sounds like a good place to ask my mom for us to get an order to go to the hotel. We didn’t think it would be good for me to drive back on the same day and best to stay in town as indicated by doctor in case I experienced any really bad side effects. We did get a dinner plate that we ate at the hotel. It was the most delicious food that I had eaten in a while. I don’t really know now if it was or perhaps because I could actually taste that particular food. Regardless, I was so happy. I wasn’t able to eat that much food and tried to eat more of the rice because I was given some advice from a fellow patient that it was a good food choice in addition to crackers when going through chemo and having nausea. My stomach and the delicious rice agreed with each other, finally something I could eat. Needless to say, around 2 to 3 hours later, my stomach ended up having a fight with the rice and well the rice lost. From this moment forward, I could not eat rice, it was not nice. Rice and I were on the fence for some time. Now, thankfully, we have rekindled our relationship and mesh well together.