Chemo brain is a real thing.
I had my second round of Cytoxan on Monday, December 18th. After the last round a few things happened that changed the treatment plan slightly. First off, I was having pretty significant symptoms. My doctor ordered blood work for two weeks after the first treatment, and discovered that my counts were lower than necessary for treatment, and in reality, just too low in general. Instead of increasing the dose for round 2, she decreased it. She also was able to convince my insurance to cover Lupron, a drug that may increase my chances of remaining fertile post-treatment. I’m honestly shocked my insurance was willing to cover it, but insanely grateful. There are no guarantees either way in terms of fertility and Cytoxan. If you look at the dosage and odds, statistically sterility is common, but you never know if it’ll be something you have to go through or not. I didn’t want to take that chance. As long as the hormones in the Lupron weren’t going to make the chemotherapy less effective, I was willing to do the shots once per month.
People have told me that wanting children of my own someday is selfish. What if the child is sick like me? With all the autoimmune disorders in my family, how could I possibly want to have a child who could be ill? If I want to be a parent badly, I should adopt. Don’t I worry my body can’t handle pregnancy?
To all of those people: I’ve thought about all of those things! It terrifies me that I could give life to a child who has to suffer through the things my family members and I have suffered through, but there is no guarantee that my child or children, will be sick, too. As for the suggestion I should adopt, I’d love to, but it’s expensive. My health issues preclude me from being a good candidate. I am terrified my body can’t support a pregnancy, but that’s why I’ve taken a billion and one precautions to prevent it from happening. If and when the time comes for me to start a family, it’ll be extremely coordinated. There are no surprises happening here, because I’m responsible enough to recognize the risks. (I also don’t want kids this moment. I want to get healthy, and kick around some things on my bucket list dammit!)
So, back to round one…the low blood counts were accompanied by epic bruising, and hair loss. It came out oddly, as if it were shedding evenly, but then again, a few spots were shedding worse than others. If I had an itch, and scathe it, I’d end up bursting the capillaries beneath that area of skin. I was tired, nauseas, and none of the food I wanted tasted right. My mouth peeled and bled. I was in enormous pain. It sucked.
Round 2 has, thus far, been similar, but more mild. The fatigue is definitely worse than the last time, but the others symptoms have come predictably in order, without being as severe as they were during round 1. The abdominal issues are constant, and they suck, but I’m just sort of cramming calories in when I can, and letting my body do the talking. The mistake I made during the first round, was thinking I could coerce my body into doing what my mind wanted to do. A trip to the ER made it clear I couldn’t push myself.
This isn’t how Cytoxan is for everyone!
My dad went through Cytoxan therapy, and didn’t miss a day of work. Never threw up, never had side effects that side lined him the way I have. Some people end up in the hospital. That’s just how chemotherapy is. Everyone is going to have a different level of reaction. The amount I received, for my weight, should have been manageable. For whatever reason, my body couldn’t handle it, and things started to go haywire. It sucked, but at least we’ve founds something that can go after my immune system.
I live in California, where marijuana is now just flat out legal…though you need a medical card to buy it. Instead of trying to fight through the nausea with Zofran and Promethazine, I decided to really give pot a chance this time around. I have never been so grateful for a plant in my entire life. While the prescriptions work, they take longer to get into my system, and they aren’t as effective as the marijuana is. It’s just a flat out fact. I need to find the right strain, because right now a lot of them make me sleepy, but the facts still stand.
Today I decided I could easily live in a studio apartment, even with both dogs. Having spent way too much time confined to my bedroom, it dawned on me that having a space slightly bigger than this, with a divider for the living area, would be ideal. Smaller living space = less distance to travel for medications, food, water, etc. I don’t know what is going to happen when the lease is up in a couple of months, but I’m keeping my eyes open. Moving 5 months into chemotherapy would most definitely suck…but my roommate doesn’t seem to be in love with having me as a roommate, and I can’t blame him.
I am not a bad roommate, I’m just a spoonie who is learning to listen to her body and respect its limitations. He’s not a bad roommate, but he’s very outgoing and extroverted, with an aversion to blood and illness in general. I thought we would mesh on a science level, and maybe we could have, but it didn’t work out. We’re basically two people who aren’t friends, but live in the same place. It would have been nice to have built a friendship, but we just didn’t.
Round #2…ugh. At least I slept through most of it. After a ton of drama courtesy of my ex, there was very little sleep the night before. I ended up getting some Ativan for nerves, and that combined with the other meds knocked me right out. It was absolutely glorious. I needed the sleep, and more importantly, I wasn’t hyperaware of the changes in my body. (I tend to get flustered when my heart rate fluctuates, or nausea creeps in, instead of just accepting it. I don’t mean to get flustered, it’s just an uncontrollable response.)
Today is Friday, and my mouth hurts. A lot. It’s dry and peeling, no matter how much I drink. I know it’s the skin turning over, but knowing why it’s happening don’t make it suck any less. It’s kind of a cruel chemo trick…the second your nausea starts to fade, and your hunger creeps in, your mouth will be too sore and gross for anything solid!