My intention was to post from second chemo day two and three, and I will do that later. But first I wanted to show the ugly face of cancer in all its horror.
At the end of day three I got worse by the hour. Nausea and fatigue was replaced by stomach flu. For a healthy person this is bad enough, but when on chemo it takes total controll of your body. By Monday evening we had to call the hospital again and this time I was so sick I was picked up by ambulance.
The works again: Isolation, IV, bloodtests, measuring blood pressure frequently. Nurses and doctors in and out of the room.
All this while you have diarrhea and have to bring the IV drip rack with you to the bathroom.
Worst moment so far: sitting on the toilet, again, I get really nauseous and cold sweating, and I know I will faint any second if I don’t lie down. So I pull the “call for help” red cord and gracefully collapse while making sure the IV needle doesn’t come lose and that the drip rack stays standing. As my now bold head hits the floor with tears and sweat running down my face and shit running down my legs I whisper “Please, don’t send in a male nurse…..”
My prayers were heard, young female nurse pickes me up, washes my body and the floor. Puts me in diapers and I am now forbidden to go to the bathroom alone.
Thank you cancer, I learned a lesson about humiliation this day……