As my last post said, I had chemo on Tuesday. Today I get the ball full of the last drug in my cocktail (5FU) detached from my port. I'm looking forward to getting the needle out of my chest (again), although this time around the needle/port didn't cause me any discomfort. I think it bothered me more during and after Round 1 because the port was less than a week removed from being surgically implanted in my chest (near my left collar bone).
Yesterday morning was dreadful. I woke up at 3 am vomiting and with a splitting headache. After some meds and Elaine's calming influence I was able to get back to sleep but I felt completely awful until close to noon yesterday. Since then, however, I've been on an upswing and woke up this morning feeling much, much better.
I find that the deeper I get into the chemotherapy the better my attitude has become. I guess this comes from the feeling that something is being done to kill all the damn cancer cells in my pancreas and scattered about my peritoneum (lining of the abdomen). My oncologist has already helped someone my wife knows kick pancreatic cancer (albeit not metastatic like mine) and this was a real boost to my confidence.
So the bottom line is that I think I'm coping fairly well. I'm looking forward to seeing my mom next week. I also hope to have my brother visit sometime this fall to work on some home projects together and have some quality time.
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