October’s trek to Philly was hard, as I feared it might be. My initial treatment in this trial back in early June 2013 had been my most challenging and now I was returning after a 55-day break. My body might just resist fresh toxins being introduced with a loud “Hell No!”
I am now in the maintenance phase. I get the same chemo cocktail, at the same dose followed a day later by the same vaccines but now on a four-week schedule versus every three weeks. This sequence happens for three months and then I get tested to ensure there is no disease progression requiring redirection into Phase Two. I hope to do this maintenance phase for at least the nine months for which we have the needed material (my tumor to mix with my dendritic cells). But I also hope the next eight months are easier!
My flights presented some sleep challenges – I arrived at 2 a.m. I awoke again at 7 a.m., very little sleep for this delicate unit. The chemo infusion was full of delays. I returned back to my borrowed condo, crawling into bed at 7 p.m. feeling tired and off. I awoke at midnight to blinding head pain, stumbled to the bathroom and preceded to vomit for the next twelve relentless hours.
The Philadelphia Chamber of Commerce, no doubt, was glad when I finally left town. My walk through downtown for the next day’s treatment included stops for further retching. I like to imagine I cast an elegant figure in my red boots, stylish skirt, tucked behind a well-placed Canada Dry delivery truck, sitting on a planter wall, leaning over as if fascinated by some plant discovery quietly voiding my quite empty stomach. I didn’t linger to ask. Once semi-stable, I continued towards my final treatments of this visit.
The vaccines were a piece of cake, thank you. I felt too lousy to exert extra energy to tense up in anticipation of the needle’s journey. When I was officially done, the team decided to infuse me with saline to replenish my fluids making the long flights home less burdensome to my depleted system. Since I was all about sitting anywhere, another shift in a chemo lounge chair seemed most divine.
Trek number ten ended with me home in my own yummy bed by the early hours of the next day. It was all just fine. But no photos or extras for this post.