April 26, 2012
Today the chemotherapy actully started! Woo-hoo! Not that chemo is great in itself, but the sooner it starts, the sooner it finishes.
The therapy regime is called '7 + 3 Induction', because it is 7 days of Cytaribine, and 3 days of Daunarubicin. The Daunarubicin came first, at about 12:15. That's delivered as a big syringe full of a dark red liquid. It's about 120ml, or the size of a large cigar. I get that for three consecutive days.
The Cytaribine goes for seven days non-stop, and is in a small infusion pump the size of a large remote control, or a 1980's cell phone.
I suppose having a temper tantrum and hurling annoying beeping machine at the wall would be counter productive although so satisfying...
ReplyDeleteWould you like a visit from one of your favourite Aunties this evening --? Or would tomorrow late in the day be preferable?
WTF are all the obscure/obtuse/obnoxious references?
ReplyDeleteDoes no one appreciate the fact that there are more important global issues that directly affect us all...the Leafs and Raptors missed the playoffs, the Blue Jays have lost two stright and don't get me started on TFC. Cancer? I fart in your general direction!
BTW some lady called me from the Princess Margaret today and asked me to come down and give some blood. I gave her a piece of my mind! "You want my blood and you want me to come to you to give it!" If I want something, I go and get it, cause that's the kind of person I am. Anyway; I told her that if I was in the area, and if it was not too inconvenient, I would consider it.
DeletePump the size of a cell phone? You were lucky.
ReplyDeleteI remember when I had IV fluids I had pump the size of a brick that used a catheter than had to be moved daily.
Mason brick?
Aye!
You were lucky! When I were a lad we had to use a Wangensteen pump mounted on a trolley to get our meds. Used to have to run around the mill backwards to power it up.
You were luck to have a trolley! We used to have to carry a small car engine attached to a garden hose directly attached to our Brachial artery. And when we worked we had to pay mill owner half our salary for fume damage caused by engine.
Right!!! When were were young our doctors would chop off our heads with a blunt kitchen knife, insert spent fuel rods directly into jugular vein, sew head back on wit’ rusty needle and pay mill owned for permission to come to work as we had to carry entire hospital on our backs.
And you try and tell the young people of today that and they won’t believe you!
WRKAH