Sprung a Leak
You know how in those dramatic movie (or TV) scenes when someone gets shot, and they pull the shirt back to see the gory bullet hole and the blood is just bubbling over? Yep, that would be me. Okay, so not blood or getting shot, but my IP stomach port started leaking yesterday shortly after chemo just like that. Seriously bubbling (or gushing if i want to be more dramatic) out running down my stomach, legs, etc. I had strict orders from the doctor to spend the afternoon and evening flat on my back in an effort to stop the leaking, and it finally slowed down sometime in the middle of the night, but not before changing the dressing way too many times to count, drenching several shirts and towels. Fun times. Cycle 3 is living up to the hype - many of the chemo patients I've talked to said that it was after cycle 3 that they couldn't go back to work, took much longer to recoup, etc. Not complaining here, but I'm definitely finding it true that the pains/nausea/sickies/neuropathy in my feet has hit much more quickly this time.
In other news, Camden and Rory spent the day yesterday with some of Brian's co-workers and their children, and did they ever have a great time! They literally spent the entire day in the pool barely breaking even for lunch. They came home tired, but happy (and several shades darker despite the 50spf sunscreen we use).
Brian has the unenviable job of taking Rory (and Camden is tagging along) to the dentist this morning. It's one of those places that I dread. Not because Rory doesn't do well, but because the wait is ridiculous, the office has two TVs blaring different movies, plus all the video games, crying children, etc. So far we've never had a cleaning without Rory needing some serious additional teeth work, but my fingers are crossed.
In the meantime, I'm snuggled up on the couch with my new blanket (it was yesterday's chemo gift from Brian's school). I SO love this color! And does it seem like my toes are making the blog a little too often to you? Yeah, me too.
And want to know what else I love?
And this boy.