Thursday, September 10, 2015
Chemo School day 2-3
Yesterday we started off with an x-ray of my mouth. Then to meet our Social Worker Lindsey. Lins was more like a psychologist as she spent an hour asking us questions about how we're feeling, if we're looking for resources, how we're adjusting and crap like that. I ended up scoring a 6 out of a 100 on her test, which ment I was pretty adjusted to the shit show that's going on and I wouldn't have to meet with her anymore to discuss my "feelings." The 6 points that I did end up getting were from the question of: "what do you think about yourself when you look in the mirror?" "Uh disgusted as I've withered away to a 177 pounder because of this shit." Oh...ok. "And John, how do handle your feelings when your sad about your situation?" "Lindsey, I bury those thoughts so far in the closet and close the door, that I never have to worry about them ever coming out." "Uh...yea...well good luck with the transplant, it was nice meeting you two."
Then off to meet Dr. Marcus and my yellow team nurse Cindy who went thru one more time, step by step all the medications, complications, sicknesses, and crap that could, may and hopefully won't go down thru this treatment. As well as me signing my life away to consenting to go thru with everything and allowing myself to be used in as many studies and clinics while I'm in treatment to further the progression in looking for a cure for this stuff. "Listen, I don't give a crap what you do to me while I'm in the hospital trying to get better here. You need to get samples, poke holes, do this or that, I'm all for it. BUT as soon as I'm out of here, I'M OUT OF HERE. I am not coming back to this place. You dig?" They dug.
Then off to the pulmonary testing where Janet put me in this fish tank and made me hyper ventilate for 45 minutes testing my lungs and their capacity. Bingo, scored a 100 out of 100 here and my lungs, teeth, heart and head are all cleared to go.
Testing resumes next Monday. I have tomorrow off.