
I guess I should be excited that I only have three more days of chemo left but it is the week after that I want to get through. Then I will be really happy. Here is where I am at currently. I am weighing in at 151 lbs. which is about 15 lbs under my normal weight. My latest lab shows that my potassium is back up and my white bloods cells are still up. Yippee! What is not normal, but to be expected, is high blood glucose, low albumin (a blood protein) and low red blood cells. My blood pressure still high, temperature good, no real nausea, still losing hair, more bone and joint aches but no real swelling or edema in the legs or feet. I have a decrease in taste and appetite and the start of mouth tenderness. My fatigue and weakness is getting worse which may explain why I am sleeping better.
Sitting in the treatment center today, I vowed I would never again forget my headphones. I am more of an introverted private person and don’t really like strangers hearing what is going on with me when I am talking with the nurses or getting hooked up to IV’s. Likewise, I am not real keen on hearing the details of their lives. I know many of you would converse with all the interesting people and listen to their stories and feel right at home. For me, it is like pulling teeth. There are six sections of 4 treatment chairs with other chairs on each side for significant others. So I am trying to read and I can hear everything everyone is saying all around me. Wow, the stuff people talk about. I am not trying to eavesdrop but I can’t block it out without my headphones on.
Then you have the guy in the corner who is snoring away. The person next to him is getting his dose of antibiotics and prednisone before chemo while drinking his mountain dew and watching CNN. There is a lady in a wheelchair next to him, who happened to be out front having a cigarette when I came in. The smell of rubbing alcohol is pervasive. There are people coughing and hacking here and there. It makes me reflexively pull the top of my shirt up over my mouth. I look around and I seem to be the only one bothered by it. I hate sitting there at lunch time because the spouses start whipping out their Big Mac’s, bologna or meatloaf sandwiches and you are holding your nose, trying not to gag. I will be so glad to be done with this! I don’t know what is worse for me, the people coughing and hacking or the poor people having trouble with their IV’s. The guy right behind me had four different nurses spend over 45 minutes and about 6 attempts to get a vein. They never did get him hooked up and sent him home to come back another day. I was climbing out of my chair every time they repeatedly slapped his wrist or arm to try and get a vein to pop out. I can’t believe I forgot my headphones! It is such a good buffer. The funny thing is that I have only seen one other person wearing headphones the whole time I have had therapy. So I guess it is something with me.
The only thing that is interesting about being in such an environment is the observation of the people. One of the things I noticed form the very beginning at MDA and now at the oncology center, are the different stages and states that everyone is in. They all have different energy levels, expressions, attitudes, demeanor, and body language There are those who are alert, resigned, optimistic, angry, sad, withdrawn, outgoing, exhausted, scared, weepy, medicated, lethargic and happy to name a just a few observations. You can see just about anything and I sometimes wish I would take notes. It is fascinating for me to observe.
OK - so here is some of my monkey brain, chemo fog thought process that I will probably edit out later but is on my mind right now. Please bear with me as I just sat down to give you an update and this ramble came out.
I have been thinking about all the people I have seen at the MDA and oncology center here. How my perceptions starting off have changed from looking at them to being one of them. How I would form observational opinions and judgments about them when I did not even know a thing about them.
One of the things I got from reading “The Shack” (Thanks Jerry) is that it is easy to be judgmental. How you can establish or perceive superiority over others when you judge them. There is not a good reason, right or basis to do it and is subjective at best and self serving. I know I have done it in the past, to what degree I am still evaluating but hopefully I will catch myself before I do it again. To those of you who have felt judged by me, I apologize. I did not really understand where I was coming from before. I am sure there is a lot written on this and I have not yet really read anything on it, but it makes me think. The book also suggests that we can also subjectively judge what is good and bad. I am not talking about moral compass type stuff, but, how we may judge that a bad event is actually bad. Hmmmm, is there another side to what is happening to me? Does my perception, which is clouded by my judgment, accurately relate to this event in my life. Our socioeconomic and cultural upbringing along with our life experiences influence how we perceive or judge. Those who are strong in faith, that believe there is always purpose and nothing is random and accept life events as part of a master plan, don't need to judge for themselves. I think most of us reflexively do judge. So, is this event in my life, that I had judged as a terrible and bad thing, actually not a bad thing, and thus my attitude toward it be totally biased? Can this subjective interpretation effect my outcome? Just thinking out loud.
Three more treatments, a week or two of zombie land and then the recovery before re-evaluation.
Please hang in there with me. "Death to Clyde"
Thanks and Love to all,
Brian
