Yesterday was the last chemo treatment of the first cycle. This means I’m 1/3 of the way through.
Sharon and I were looking forward to going to the beach Thursday night to Sunday night. Nothing but books, puzzles, roku & maybe a quick game of sequence and the peace and quiet coast life in my parents adorable little beach cottage.
We left a little after 6:30 after Sharon got off work. I had packed books and notebooks and downloaded some podcasts for the trip. I really was excited to get out of the apartment for a few days. I had been getting pretty bad chemo brain and depression.
So we jumped in the car and we drove. Sharon seemed so happy to be going out to the coast. When we got over into Beaverton the whole western sky has turned golden from an exploding sunset. Absolutely beautiful. Sharon was in awe of how gorgeous the horizon was.
I started feeling chills. At first I thought it was side effects from my chemotherapy. We stopped at Dairy Queen and got something to eat. I was so cold and I started shaking. In wanted so bad for the chills and the shaking to stop and that I would just be fine, but as we got closer and closer to the beach, my symptoms became worst.
Lee got to the Seaside Safeway and Sharon ran in and got a thermometer and Tylonol. I looked up the Seaside hospital and saved it to my phone. All I wanted at this point was to get under the covers and sleep.
Lee got to the cottage and I immediately took my clothes off and got under the covers. Sharon took my tempature and it was 102. Fuck. We called my oncology office and the dr on duty said I needed to go to the emergency room. Sharon & I decided to go all the way back to Portland and go to Good Sam. We loaded up the car and away we went.
On the way back my fever went from chills to heat. I started visualizing me being a wizard fighting another wizard. We were shooting fountains of fire at each other. I started sweating. I remember defeating the other wizard by not resisting his fire spell and let him burn himself out while I crawled into a little ball.
I was in and out as we drove back into Portland. We got to Good Sam around 9:30 and immediately was taken into the emergency room. I had a fever and they were very concerned about me having an infection. They took blood and I had some x-Rays taken. The whole time I just wanted to sleep.
They checked me in and now I have to stay in the hospital for a few days. My white blood cell is super low, so anyone who comes into my room has to wear masks and if I leave the room I have to wear a mask. They might not find the origins of the infection, but I’ll have to stay a night or two in the hospital.
My view is better this time- no cross. I’m try not to be discouraged by being in the hospital another few days, but I am a little depressed that none of this has been easy and Sharon’s beach trip had to be cancelled because I know how much she loves it out there at the cottage by the sea.