Another Day, Another ....

Gross alert. Don't look at the bottom photo if you are squeemish .......

Just another day at the clinic. Blood draw, dressing change, wait on blood results.  Platelets have to be above 50 to do the spinal tap. They were. Drat.

I know I have to do it. Still dreading it. 

So, I have been calling it a spinal tap. What it actually is is intrathecal chemotherapy. They pull out 6cc of fluid, and put in 6cc of chemo (different kinds at different times). That's to be sure the cancer doesn't park itself in my spine or brain.

The problem is one time I had neck and shoulder pain for about 6 days. At least it wasn't a headache. I hear that's a distinct possibility too. Great.

My first and third ones went well, so who knows. If I project the schedule, I will only have 12 more after tomorrow. Yay.

And of course the clinic didn't get all the blood tests run for the procedure tomorrow, so I have to go in super early for more blood work.  Poor Darlene. Sorry you got the early shift.

I still think my PICC line is fascinating, but gross.  It doesn't hurt, but I really don't like seeing it floating out in the breeze.

So after essentially a wasted trip to the clinic, I really needed a boost.  It came in the form of a dinner party. Ahh... Just like old times. Curt and Darlene came over with an amazing dinner and silly. conversation.  Friends don't let friends stay in bitchyland for long.  It's just no fun.

At the end of the day, I am motivated to keep my eyes on the prize: get 'er done.