The appointment for infusion number three of four was at 9:00 AM; by 9:30, I was settled into the recliner and the Benadryl was a-flowin'. About 15 minutes later the Rituxan was started.
The beautiful, full-of-love-and-hugs Sister quilt. |
I put my earphones in, again pulled up some wonderfully soothing meditation music, and let the cocktail hour begin.
I feel asleep fast, and only marginally woke up every 30 minutes when BP and temp were taken. Three hours later, the Rituxan bag was empty and I was on my way. No reactions, no problems - YES!!!
After running a couple of quick errands, I went home and straight to the front bedroom for an extension of that little nap I took in the recliner. I had hung two posters of my happy place - beautiful beaches in the Maldives that I will get to someday - and have now taken to calling this my "healing room." When I'm snuggled in the bed having a delicious post-infusion nap, cuddled up to my dogs and surrounded by my books and travel tchochkes and the fabulous light coming through the windows, I feel like the cancer cells are just simply evanescing out of my body.
Piper loves the healing room, too. |
Piper, can you scoot over so mommy can lie down? Piper? Hellllooooooo? |
I hang the wristband from each infusion on one of the happy place posters, as a reminder that life's short and if you want something, ya gotta do it - like going to the Maldives! YOLO, ya know? |
Whatever the result of the upcoming visit with Dr. Hampshire, I DO know that, with the exception of the initial bad reaction during infusion number one, my body does really well on Rituxan. Since about week 2 I've had what's called the "Rituxan cough" - an annoying cough that's worse in the morning, like when you have a cold - and occasional fatigue and minor flu-like symptoms, none of which have impacted my life very much at all.
And that's exactly how I want it!
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