I Really Hate MRIs
It was this purple plastic mesh stuff that molded to my face and shoulders and will hold me COMPLETELY motionless for the radiosurgery next week. It was weird to see me lying on the counter when I left.
My husband took me home where I had a peanut butter sandwich and then crashed for a while. At 2 we went to the oncologist’s office for Zometa and chemo. Counts were fine and chemo went without a hitch. Bonus was some IV antinausea medicine, which cleared up the leftover nausea from the morning oxycodone.
After chemo, I dropped my husband at home and drove to Hamden to meet my daughter for the second half of her doctor’s appointment. We came home, had dinner and then went to the end of the year band concert, which ran 2 hours and 15 minutes. It was great and I kept reminding myself that it was very possibly the last time I’ll see my kids perform on stage, but I was completely wiped out by the time it was over. Fell into bed with another Ativan and slept the sleep of the just. This morning I’m slightly foggy, not in much pain and a bit tired, but the clinical schedule is VERY light, and I have no evening commitments.
My best childhood friend gets in for a sit on the porch weekend on Friday.
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