Best Laid Plans and The Wonder That Is The Portacath

So we arrive in plenty of time for my appointment. A loading does of Herceptin.

I am expecting to be in all day, which we were, I do not expect that I have other chemotherapy and that my next appointment, rather than being next Tuesday is in fact tomorrow.

I'm not entirely certain what the other chemotherapy I had was. I am given intravenous steroids, anti-emetics, so given I had the steroids after lunch I am told to expect a poor night's sleep, which to be honest is what I have had for the past umpteen years, so it's not really a problem.

The other chemotherapy given and once I have been flushes and an anti-coagulant is given I can go home. The total stay was from about 9.30am to about 5.30pm. As I write this, having taken an anti-emetic tablet, I am feeling considerably better than I did the last time I did chemo. So some improvement. Which is good.

The Wonder That Is The Portacath cannot be understated. The needle going in genuinely doesn't hurt and is leaves both my arms free, which means doing crosswords, eating and going to the loo are just so much easier.

Here's hoping that tomorrow's trip to the chemo unit is as unexciting as today's