Mom’s doing good so far after her first chemo session. She’s been worried sick–quite literally–for the past few days, dreading chemo. From what she’s heard from others and witnessed her best friend go through, mom’s been horrified.
First, they put her on a whole bottle of IV. Then another small bottle to go with the anti-nausea and other medication to help her along. About 12 hours after we checked in, at 8 p.m. last night, they started her chemo.
We were fortunate to know an off duty nurse from the same hospital to come watch over mom over night. I was there too, sleeping on the floor so the nurse could have the guest bed/couch. Not much of help, but as a one-person cheer squad.
No throwing up. Nothing. Just a bit of the body ache toward the end of chemo. Then another bottle of IV.
So, at 7 a.m. this morning, I woke up to my mom chatting happily with our nurse. She looked wonderful! And she felt great.
These 3 days she’s been so worried that she made herself sick. Now she knows better and isn’t afraid any more.
I was going to ask work for a few more days off, but having seen her bounced back like this, I don’t have to worry so much.
Yep. I leave here tomorrow night. So soon. Too soon.
But hey, that’s the price I have to pay for choosing to live abroad.