Today was supposed to be the day my chemotherapy started. I was nervous since this would be the beginning of six months of therapy which I have no idea how my body will respond to and especially since I still felt terrible from my portacath surgery. I had been complaining about the pain since the surgery last Friday; it was worse than after my resection. This did seem too soon, only four days separated portacath insertion from chemotherapy and I had asked about it but was told it would be fine even though the eight stitches would still be there.
Well as it turned out my doctor had to turn me away because my incision was still too red and swollen to be subjected to needles. As he put it, “your skin looks too mean.” It didn’t look good but it also didn’t look infected but why take a chance. Now I’m on a seven day antibiotic and my chemo has been pushed back one week. For me this works out better because right now I am recovering from TWO surgeries so I would prefer to build up my physical strength as much as I can before starting chemo. As it is right now walking bothers me and I can’t even imagine doing a push up which I was thinking about doing before the portacath.
The issue is keeping my wounds from reopening. They are weak points so I need to watch how much pressure or stress I put them through. The other night I rolled over on my stomach and it felt like I had ripped it right open again. I still need to be very careful about how I move and now there are two trouble spots to watch out for. I was hoping on being back to the office this week but with the discomfort in my chest that may have to wait until next week too. Another week of working from home.
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