Lorna's Journey Views

Tuesday, 31 October 2017

What an Anti-Climax




Apologies for my absence over the past week I have been very unwell….more of that later!!

In the last post I discussed the Chemo education session. 

The following day we were at the hospital early to have an ECG and EEG to determine my heart function prior to starting chemo. Next, my blood pressure, heart rate, oxygen saturations, height and weight were checked.


This was to be the first session of Chemo. I was nervous about how I was going to feel after the treatment, I was also anxious to get the process started. We had come so far along the journey with assessment and planning but we needed action at this stage!

During the few days prior to this we had been focused on preparing for the treatment and its potential side effects. We had stocked the cupboards, cleaned the house top to bottom, tied up most of the loose ends and were ready to get going. 
We had also talked a lot about the week ahead, both Craig and I and also with my parents and sister. Part of this involved working out who would be with me over the days after Chemo, (Craig was on the night shift) almost like a babysitting schedule! 
I had all of the information from the Chemo education session rattling round my head. It’s more than just having the information, for me it was important to have processed this, to understand the sequence of the chemo appointment and also to prepare myself for any or all of the possible side effects. None of which are pleasant…..

I had an appointment for 10am. We waited in the waiting area …and waited…and people watched………..and waited some more. The clinic was so busy, a constant flow of people. What surprised Craig and I was the huge range in ages of people waiting. It is very true... Cancer does not discriminate. There was an elderly lady sitting opposite us, she appeared to be there alone. She must have been in her eighties, she was beautifully dressed, a gorgeous elegant coat, beautiful jewellery, gorgeous shoes and immaculate skin. She made me feel incredibly scruffy in my jeans and hoodie!


At 12.20pm we met the oncologist. I felt butterflies in my tummy as I went in to see her. I probably was hungry by this stage but this was a nervous butterfly!
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She told us my bloods from the previous day were fine and all of the observations were fine to commence chemo…..great…….BUT……
…not today……….SERIOUSLY!!!!!!

It was too late at this stage to order the chemo drugs from pharmacy. I thought you have to be kidding me. I sat in shock for a moment taking this in. She apologised and said I would have to come back tomorrow to have the Chemo. In no way was this the fault of any of the staff, in fact they were really apologetic. It’s just the fact that the system is so busy.

However, honestly I didn’t really look at it this way at the time. I was so disappointed. Its a bit like when you are promised something and then it’s taken away. Now I know you will probably have read this and be thinking, why the drama Lorna? you were going to be seen the next day.

It’s simply the amount of unconscious and emotional preparation your body and mind go through in advance of this session. That is actually the most draining. Knowing I was to have to prepare myself all over again floored me.

This progressed into a feeling of anger, why was I the one at the clinic not to have my treatment. I had kept my side of the deal, I had attended early for my appointment and was FIT enough to receive the chemo. We had been waiting almost 3 hours to be told NO! It was so frustratingI knew that becoming angry and frustrated weren’t helpful responses to what had happened, but I am human!! It’s difficult to be logical at times!!! I tried to avoid dwelling on the delay and tried to re focus on preparing again for what the next day would present!

Mentally drained, emotionally exhausted.... F***ING ANNOYED, I could go on..

It was to be three consecutive hospital days that week!!.......

Is that Marilyn Monroe?!!!!..............

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