Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Cancer on paper
I've recently changed my insurance. All new doctors, a whole new system. Starting over.
I see an oncologist every 6 months, have a mammogram every year, the obgyn twice a year, blood labs done every 6 months in addition to my regular doctors visit once a year and whatever else seems to come up.. and things always do.
If I were to spread it all out monthly then I would have a visit every month.
Changing all this can be daunting and exhausting.
I had to request a copy of my medical records from UCLA and was completely surprised when they arrived. I have no idea why but I didn't expecct such a thick packet.
That packet only includes my treatment at UCLA and not even my radiation at St. Josephs. Isn't that crazy.
B and I sat thumbing through the pages, randomly stopping to see the neatly printed notes.
Above is a list of my chemo cocktail. 8 different drugs. Oh and the benadryl to counter the allergic reaction I had to the chemo. It brought back some memories of the days sitting in that chemo chair. I may share a few stories with you.
All of those memories and none of them bother me in the least.
16 months of treatment and I realized I've forgotten a lot of the dates in between. I can tell you that my last round chemo was October 26th, 2007.
I can tell you that I travelled to UCLA and sat with an IV in my arm every 3 weeks for over a year.
I can tell you that I had 35 rounds of radiation over 7 weeks and my skin looked like leather.
I can no longer remember every individual date. I couldn't remember what date I started radiation or when I stopped taking my post-chemo meds.
Sometimes the memories are so very vivid and sometimes it seems that having cancer was a lifetime ago.
Then again, it was a life ago. It was pre-Peanut. It was pre-Mrs. B.
It's interesting looking back thru these records and thinking about all that we've been through. I dare say that it's a nice reminder. Equally foreign and familiar, having come out of it the way we have, I can look back and smile... and heave a big sigh of relief.
It's been a wild ride.