[I took my crazy hair to the ER yesterday and Will made me wear this annoying mask the entire time. Everything checked out fine. I just needed to spice things up after watching Parenthood for 8 hrs straight.] November 17, 2015
Each day was bringing something new – constipation, a raw mouth, severely chapped lips, fatigue, skin irritations, heartburn, and chest pains. I called MSTI for the first time on Monday the 16th to talk to a nurse about my chest pains. They encouraged me to call about anything, but I should’ve known they would send me straight to the ER as soon as I said the words CHEST PAINS. Doh.
Upon arrival, I was taken to a private room immediately to reduce my exposure to other people and their germs. I learned very quickly that wearing a mask meant you were breathing in your own hot breath over and over again. I don’t know how surgeons do it!
The best part of the whole 4-hour experience was that I had a chest x-ray which showed that my heart was good and my lungs were clear. This was a relief. Not that I was worried about my heart, but anyone who’s been diagnosed with cancer knows that you start to question everything you thought you knew about your body. (I thought I was healthy. I thought I had nothing to worry about.) Just like when I had an MRI right after diagnosis, I feared I would light up like a Christmas tree from metastases. So as silly as I felt for coming in for seemingly nothing, I was happy to leave with a clearer picture.
Looking back now, the priceless lesson I was learning each day was to roll with the punches. After all, this chemo thing would go on for 4 1/2 months. Will was calling it my half-pregnancy.
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