Oct. 13: Chemo #16

Yesterday was my first chemotherapy treatment with my port. It’s weird that I was really excited about it, huh? My nurses were proud of me for getting it—they had been encouraging me to ask for one for the last several sessions, after having so much trouble getting a good vein in my hand—and got me hooked up right away. It was easier and faster than it’s ever been. LOVE!

My friend Sheila R was my chemo buddy. She’s an experienced one, as she’s accompanied another friend to chemo before. It makes me wonder a little bit if Sheila’s the cause of all this cancer. Hmmm… Sheila was actually my first friend who ever asked if she could come with me, but it took about ten months for us to work it out. We stopped for trashy magazines on the way to the doctors’ office, so we were all set with plenty of stuff to giggle about for the day—a must for chemo.

About an hour after we got there, Kim F’n surprised us with a visit. She hung out long enough to give Victor an awkward hug, steal a small piece of orange chicken, and fondle my port site. I love that girl. Everything’s better with Kim F’n involved, I tell ya what.

Although I felt extra-sleepy after lunch and the IV Benadryl, I stayed awake even though Sheila gave me permission to fall asleep and drool all down the front of myself. She’s a very kind and considerate chemo buddy, though I’m suspicious that she just wanted to steal the Cosmo from my lap. It would have probably been impossible to sleep, though, because the infusion room was more crowded and noisy than I’ve ever seen it. Apparently it was the place to be yesterday. Who knew?

Muchas smoochas to Sheila for making the long trek from home and back to be with me. We had a fun visit, not just at chemo, but before and after too. Dinner with our friend Jay last night was Agave Grill icing on the chemo cake.