Wednesday 31 July 2019
I was feeling quite good on waking, but still felt that I needed to take an anti-sickness tablet, so I had a dose of Metoclopramide. This afternoon was to be my final day of chemotherapy treatment, one last dose of Bleomycin. My PICC line was also due to be taken out following the chemo, which I was very pleased about. Although it had been a convenience during treatment, it was a bit of an obstacle at times, had given me a blood clot for which I had to take uncomfortable injections twice a day, and I would be glad to be rid of it.
I spent most of the morning writing in my diary and doing a few other bits and pieces. I also spoke to my sister for a while on the phone. At some point during the morning, I was sitting in the front room and Pia came rushing downstairs as she’d heard a frantic clucking in the back garden. She ran to the back door and I went to the front. When I opened it, I saw a guilty looking ginger cat on the driveway, next to the path at the side of the house. The cat quickly cleared off once it saw me and I went out onto the street to see if Lucy had been chased there. I walked up and down but couldn’t see her. When I came back to the house, I went to the back garden and Lucy was there. She’d been chased from the end of the garden, over a fence and all the way up to the house where she had taken refuge on the kitchen window ledge. She was looking quite shaken, but she let me pick her up and carry her back down the garden, which is very trusting of her as she doesn’t usually like being handled. We closed all three chickens in the run for a while. As soon as we did, we could see that the ginger cat had re-emerged from one of the back corners of the garden, so we scared it off.
My chemo appointment was for 15:00, and we headed off about 13:30. The drive was pretty easy and we were there 20 minutes early, so we dropped into the M&S at the hospital’s main entrance to get something to eat (we’d had a late breakfast, but no lunch).
The treatment all went smoothly and I was all smiles, glad the be on my final day of treatment. Unfortunately, I was not able to have my PICC line removed as I was on blood thinners. There needs to be a minimum gap of twelve hours between taking anti-coagulant medication and having a PICC line removed, and I’d had my last shot of Clexane just seven hours earlier. If I had known, I’d have skipped my morning injection, but nobody had told me about this requirement. The nurse who I’d had for my first day chemo treatment, in the TYA (Teenage and Young Adult) day chemo unit, happened to be in the room and she said that she could take the line out for me the next day if I could come back around 3 pm, so we agreed to do that. Before we left, my chemo nurse also sent a prescription down to the pharmacy for me to collect another 30 days worth of Clexane injections. We decided to collect them when we returned the next day.
We stopped at the supermarket on the way home to get a couple of things. I then whipped up a fresh zhoug sauce to have with the left over falafels from the night before.
It was great to have the chemo over with, very elating. I now just couldn’t wait to have my line removed – that would make it feel more complete!