Brian had his first round of double chemo on Monday. He was supposed to get to the hospital at 10 am and be home by 2. Didn't quite work that way. His treatment did not begin until 3 p.m. and he was actually awake when they administered the chemo. First, they ran the usual tests, heart rate, blood pressure, etc. Then they gave him two sets of medications, two pills in each set. The first set was fine. He then took the second. He was in the operation room with Susan having a conversation when all of a sudden, he began experiencing pains in his left side. Then he suddenly could not talk. He was terrified that he might be having a stroke. The doctors rushed over to him, shot him full of Benadryl, and thankfully, he was stabilized within an hour.
A Dr. House (I'm trying to find out if he's a British guy just speaking with an American accent) was one of the doctors working on him. After the drama had settled, he chatted with Brian. He was feeling optimistic. He told Brian "I will be surprised if you are not golf balls within six to eight weeks." And today was a critical day after his first round of chemo. He had no fever, headaches, stomach issues, etc. This is a great sign after a terrible scare. In three weeks, he goes back for his next round of chemo.
Now he's home, but his immune system is incredibly weak. So there are some restrictions in place for the next two weeks. He cannot touch a human being, drink anything cold, or open a refrigerator or a freezer. But I am starting to feel more and more optimistic. I thank God for hope. It's funny how hope can drive a person crazy and calm them too!
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