3 days of antibiotics left no more antibiotics left and there’s really no good word to describe how amazing it will be to NOT have an IV in my arm (I’m on #5) any longer.
Oh, bathtub, I’m coming for you. And pool. And jacuzzi. And basically any body of water where I can soak up the sun/relaxation.
The nurse practitioner I met with this morning for a follow-up agreed enough was enough, and as she put it: “It’s your body.” I said, “We’re done.”
Being at home made the suck of self-administering these antibiotics about a million times better than letting a nurse do it in a hospital. We had a small snafu two days ago when my line came out, but the nurse was able to fix it without having to poke me again. Sidenote: I am now considered a “hard stick” because my veins are tattered from all the abuse of so many IVs, blood tests, and lab work ups.
Speaking of abuse, chemo really took a toll on my body and my doctor has decided that we’re stopping for now. Actually, we couldn’t have continued even if we wanted to — my platelet level went dangerously low (7,000 — normal range is 100,000-150,000), and chemo cannot be administered with those numbers.
I’m not going to lie — I was relieved to hear we’d be pausing.
We were fighting a small amount of cancer with some pretty potent drugs and he was not happy to see me land in the hospital for a 2nd time during treatment. His MO is more “watch & see,” meaning monitoring any growth before taking action versus my more “something is in there, let’s kill it with everything we’ve got now!!” approach, which clearly didn’t do me any good.
We have a follow-up mid-July to decide how we’re going to move forward. In the meantime, the focus is on mental and physical health.