brown-bag-lunchPrepping for tomorrow’s chemo session.

Trust me, chemo is no picnic. But that doesn’t mean you can’t bring your own. The last time my friend Judy came with me for a chemo session it ended up lasting long past lunch time.  I hadn’t had any breakfast because I was feeling so nervous, but I wasn’t worried because on a previous visit I’d noticed sandwiches, yoghurts, fruit and drinks set out.  Well ha, on the occasion of which I speak both Judy and I were getting a little peckish around 3 o’clock and so she went off in search of the food trolley.  The only thing left on one of the trays was a mystery meat sandwich that neither of us could bring ourselves to eat. As a result, I left there (around 5pm) feeling very weak and wonky. Not eating on chemo day is a VERY BAD IDEA …

Tomorrow my chemo is scheduled for 12 o’clock, which means if I’m lucky I’ll get in around 1.30. And then the infusion takes two and a half hours. Judy, who is once again accompanying me, wondered if there would be any mystery meat sandwiches on offer this time and it got me thinking that it would be a good idea to make sure we had some decent food with us. So tomorrow morning I’m going to make a few nice sandwiches and maybe even bring a couple of KitKats (don’t normally like chocolate, but during one chemo session I remember being grateful when Nog had some in his bag) and some room temperature juice, so that Judy and I can have a picnic in the chemo room.

The plan is to walk there and taxi back. It’s actually quite a nice walk through gardens and Maria Luisa Park, and takes about 45 minutes. I’ll pop a couple of tranqs before leaving home and then get the Emend (anti-nausea drug) when I arrive at the hospital. So between the meds and the fresh air I hope to be feeling okay. Anyhow, it feels good to have a plan. And today I can go out and pick up some nice stuff for sandwiches.

I’m not sure what else I’ll do. I want to go to yoga class (first time since I hurt my back). I have one English class and also have to get the stitches removed from my “boob job” (OMG – I never told you guys about the boob job. Later…). I had thought to give myself a pre-chemo treat and have my hair cut and coloured, but I stupidly forgot yesterday and washed my hair. So I dunno. I’ll probably just have a “normal” day. And savour every healthy feeling moment of it.

Sigh …