I spent 3 days in Hospital- somewhere there in the distance in that photo above. After those 3 days I was out on pass for two days, and returned for Thyroid WBS. I don't have official report yet, but I know for sure it is clear.
Huge concern for me was that I don't have the emotional strength to deal with this. I struggled with depression after my 1st encounter with cancer in 2007.
Food was low-iodine, it was tasteless, colorless and not at all appetizing. Disposable cutlery, plates, tray. Cold soup, cold corn, always the same pasta, cucumbers and lemon slices. Cucumber salad was sealed in a plastic container, so tight that I always managed to break it when I attempted to open the lid. Totally burglar proof! No dairy, no bread, no salt. Here I was thinking, reading the menu that I would have tasty pasta with spicy sauce, lemon pie and lentil soup. Well, this is what it was:
Most of the staff members were ok, but then there were those who were clearly afraid of me and my temper tantrums. Then there were the patronizing ones. Nasty ones. One morning it appeared that no breakfast would be served. At 10am I left my room, visited the coffee shop and bought cup of coffee and strawberry cocktail. I returned, stopped at nurses' station and yelled at the ward clerk. Who is in charge of this shift???!!! When I get angry, I get upset and start crying. This time was no exception and all the dignity I had walked in with vanished within seconds. Charge nurse followed me into the room AKA cell, and offered to bring breakfast in. Same old stuff, and I said no. Soon afterward, physician came in with the same nurse and asked if I need to see a PSYCHIATRIST? Do I? Hell no. What's going on with these people? And what is going on with me? Just because idiots forgot about me. In hindsight, perhaps I could have chosen an entirely different approach. What happened to manners? My mom certainly did not teach me to behave this way. At the time it felt very right, justified- how could you guys leave patient alone in the room, not asking even once if they are ok!!!
The truth is I don't have a bad attitude and behave like this all the time. It was all reserved for this occasion.
Later that day my friend rescued me from the jail and took me for lunch in Steakhouse. Cool! I still had to stick to low-iodine food, but it was fantastic to get out. Thank you K, it was one of those lunches I will never forget.
I went to bed happy that evening, woke up at 4am thinking I was in my own bed.
Nuclear med tech K (yes, another K), walked in next day, and said it is the DOSING time. Ok. She was followed by another tech. K was smiling, looking cheerful and optimistic and I told her she was the first genuinely happy person who had entered my room. Premed was Zofran (ondansetron).
55mCI of radioactive iodine 131, T 1/2 eight days or so. Two capsules, not much different from any other capsules I have seen in my life.. pretty anticlimactic. Setting up the scene took longer than swallowing them capsules. Right after that all the nuclear medicine peeps left the room, as if they had not even been there. Geiger counter must have shown some awfully high reading.I wasn't allowed out of my room. First few hours went, clock was ticking. Nothing happened. I did not glow, my pee did not glow. I was not fluorescent green. :-/ No superpowers, nothing.
I thought "This isn't so bad. This is going to be just fine." And it was for 2-3 hours. Incredibly strong wave of nausea and vomiting kicked in and I spent most of the evening walking between The Room and restroom. I wanted painkiller- they brought me Tylenol. I took another Zofran from my own supply. I wanted an injection for nausea, but I was told no one can enter the room. I asked for sleeping tablet. It took its time to reach my room. By then I was annoyed, decided to take a shower and went to bed. Slept without the tablet. Angry. I was much closer to breaking.
Following morning I was told I am no longer radioactive and I can go home- but that I'd have to return after weekend for Thyroid WBS. Great, awesome, but I felt fatigued, sick and anxious. It took forever to book hotel, gather my thoughts and belongings, get a cab and transfer to the hotel. Sweet freedom.
Arriving in the hotel was weird- I felt I had no right being there. I had no hair. I was pale and sick looking. All these five star rooms and restaurants. My place was still in that prison, but at the same time I needed to go to a place where I didn't have to feel anything, or so I thought.
Anxiety attack: I crawled back into bed, took Valium, watched TV. Got out of bed, paced around the room, looked outside from the 33th floor and thought WOW, I am no longer in that awful prison cell.
At the same time there was a feeling of lightness, silence, hope. At the time I did not yet have the scan results, but I felt that cancer was gone. It was truly gone. We killed the sucker! Could my horse, who died on November 21, 2012 taken this disease with him? Physical wounds may have healed, but what remains is deep and actually quite painful- question of how did I in the first place get myself tangled up with cancer? I look over at all the bottles of pills on the table and I just want to cry; how did my life get like this?
I have been through a life changing experience so now it is time to change my lifestyle to reflect that.
After-effects: my memory seems worse- or perhaps just more selective? I don't sleep well. I lost quite a lot of hair- combination of treatment and stress, I think. It was getting ridiculous, waking up in the morning, more hair on the pillow. That itself made me feel sick so I shaved it all off in hospital. Bald patches still keep shining through, but at least it is growing back in some parts. Black and grey! It was a very plain mousy brown before. My arrogance that wigs are for wimps has turned to humble pie. I do own two wigs, courtesy of my friend KG. Scarves and hats of all types have become best friends though-not the wigs. I realize now that I also chose to have treatment because I was hoping it would kill me, if the disease itself did not. Neither happened. I pushed forward, and I'm back.
"The day will pass, like many other days that have been and are yet to be. With its various ups and downs. And lots of crazy and wonderful efforts of people to read into, and express, deep and significant meanings and insights. Many will be inspired, others will be afraid. Some will hold their breath while others will not even notice or care."
- Shiv Charan Singh