I made it through chemoradiation with no real side effects from the chemo. Never got nauseous, didn’t lose my hearing, no hair loss (except on my neck from the radiation). Well, this time around, more powerful chemo looks like I’m going to have the thrill of experiencing at least some of the more common side effects.
The queasiness of early last week did subside quickly. Not eating big meals, but able to eat throughout the week. But, around Wednesday I started getting a sore throat. The kind of sore throat you get from post-nasal drip (inflamed nasopharynx). This has gotten worse. Soft foods and warm or cold liquids are ok, as long as they are not acidic at all. Not eating as much as last weekend, but still eating.
Friday I went in for week 2 infusion. This is only a single chemo drug (Cetuximab). I again got lost in the system. Arrived at 8 AM and checked in for an 8:30 AM lab draw. At 9 AM I went to the front to ask why I hadn’t been called back, yet. Assured that I was 3rd in line. After 6 more people had been called, I checked again…this time I noticed that my lab draw appointment was still showing up on my hospital schedule…this usually disappears once I’ve checked in. Sure enough, my infusion (9:30 appt) was properly checked in, but my lab draw was not. I spent a little time with the nurse supervisor explaining how unacceptible this is.
Anyway, I did make it to the lab draw, just 45 minutes later than scheduled. When I bared my chest so that the nurse could plug into my mediport, she asked me how long I’d had the rash. Uh…rash? I hadn’t even noticed it that morning (but didn’t have my glasses on when I got out of the shower, so probably just missed it). Sure enough, my chest is speckled with red spots. No itching or pain, but the spots are getting darker and increasing in coverage.
And, on to the next on the list. My tongue. No actual sores (yet), but it feels as if I drank too-hot coffee yesterday. A little tingly and slightly sore. And, I mentioned before, my sense of taste is getting whacked. Not as bad as the worst of chemoradiation last year, but noticeable. Spicy tastes good (but hurts my throat). Need to find a happy medium sauce.
Finally, the one that makes everyone at work glad that I have my own office. Incredibly aromatic and frequent flatulence. The cat walked into the living room last night, hopped onto the couch next to me and started trying to bury me in the comforter. Dogs look at me and say “Dude…really?”. The government should look into this as a not-so-subtle form of biochemical warfare. This one wasn’t on any of the official lists of side effects but is well documented in internet forums.
This is 9 days into chemo, so I expect the above list to grow. I still have all my public hair (you know, the hair on my head, face, arms, etc.), but can expect what little is there to abandon ship in the next week or two. Oh, well. Saves on shaving cream.