Day Of The NauseaTwo days after finishing chemo, I thought I was done. Mild nausea, but I figured I escaped the worst of it. Yup, I was wrong.
I had to get up early this morning, 6 am, to go to the hospital for yet another scan. I get there, get out of breath and discover they have no clue who I am. When I returned home in the afternoon, I discovered it was nuclear medicine who wanted to see me. But the point was: I was outside without my usual meds. Then I have an appointment across town with my family doctor.
"Can you spot me a gravol--BWARRRRFFF!"
When post-chemo nausea hits you, it hits you in a wave, but somehow, it only came up as a dry heaves, but it was one of the strongest heaves I've ever experienced. The doctor gave me a bowl, but all I came up with is saliva and stomach acid. But oh boy, that was not pleasant. I had a presc
"Where's your bathroom?"
"In front by the customer service desk."
The clerk gave me a plastic bag, and I dry heaved again (saliva, etc.)
Where's my bloody presc
Chemotherapy is a barbaric treatment, but it's the only hope we have. Something is really wrong with science if this is the best we came up with over 50 years.