Back to Hospital

My next round of chemo starts the night of January 15.  Midday on the 16th I get my intra-arterial and have 24 hours of leg-motion-free, morphine-induced vegetative state until midday the 17th.   By Friday, I should be feeling a bit better and wishing for more entertaining options on TV.  My Chemosabe for the week, Jason R., is coming down from Dallas on Friday to hang.  Thanks bud!

My trips to the cancer mecca have not been confined to chemo.  Until recently, I was there every other day for blood work and to have my CVC bandage examined.  Not until last Wednesday did they finally find a bandage and cleaning process that doesn't cause me to blister, under tape, that must be ripped up.  Can you say OW.

There was one other, slightly less dignified trip to Cancer Land.  After being at home for a few weeks, I started to feel much better.  There is a drain in my sink that is clogged.  When it does this, it needs a good plunge and the drainage improves.  Well with nothing else to do at home, I decided to conquer this troublesome nuisance.  Within a few minutes, I started to feel sharp, throbbing pain in my chest.  I called my wife, left the kids with my dad, and drove fast to the hospital.  They seemed most concerned initially with heart attack, which I was convinced I was not having.  After we spoke with a doctor about my CVC in my heart, he ordered a few different tests looking for clots, out of place catheter, etc.  Everything was normal.  They say I strained a muscle. The testing process took forever.  Summer's family can text like little girls though, and they kept us entertained during our 7 hour ordeal.  We heard all sorts of crazy things her brothers, uncles, cousins and father did.  Read a little about the crazy family I married into here.