So far.
I was in the hospital for 2 days. 2 days of cabin-fever, prison-life.
In a word: sucked.
Tuesday was truly a hectic day. I did the CT scan. That showed that the cancer has not spread to my spleen. Good news there.
The bone marrow biopsy came back, no cancer in my bone marrow. Also good news.
The open biopsy surgery came after my CT scan on Tuesday morning. I have stitches in my neck that are getting removed on this coming Tuesday. The cancerous lymph node that they removed was about 4 to 5 times normal size.
After they pulled that tumor out, it made me wonder: why does the human body find it necessary sometimes to attack itself? Why do cells go cancerous, destroying the very thing that gives it "life"? Is it a by-product of evolution, of cell division and multiplication?
Of course, if I could answer that question, I'd win a Nobel Prize. No one knows yet. Hence cancer is still the great killer.
So after they did my open biopsy, they admitted me in to the hospital for chemotherapy. They gave me time to nap, which was good, considering that I got about 2 hours of sleep the night prior. They started the treatment with syringes at first, taking about an hour to inject 3 toxins into my body, with saline flushes inbetween toxins.
After that, they set me up for the 4th and final toxin, which was to be done on an intravenous drip for 4 hours, mixed in with saline solution. During that 4 hour time-span, I had to urinate probably about 10 times. Each time, it burned. Each time, it was a full bladder, just bursting with neon-yellow urine.
My dad stayed with me until about 7 or 7:30 that night, and then Poof showed up to keep me company. I guess I was asleep when she first got there, because all I remember is opening my eyes and suddenly seeing her sitting in the chair at the foot of my bed with a concerned look on her face.
Jesus, I felt like such shit, and it made me so happy to see her. She spent a couple hours with me, and then Sez showed up to keep me company until about midnight.
When they released me the next day, I realized after a couple of examinations by my doctors that it was easier for me to breathe and eat than it had been prior to treatment. In addition to that, my esophagus appeared to be returning to it's normal position, and my tumors seemed smaller.
Things are looking up.
I'm going to make it through this.
Still scared though.
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