Well. Day one of stem cell transplant preconditioning could certainly have gone better.
Like all great streaks, my stellar run of going puke-free came to a horrible, thunderous end last night. I had been pretty lucky with the nausea through all this, but that has clearly run dry. That meant a late trip to the hospital as I was able to keep down neither my fluids (which is dangerous with this kind of chemo) nor my meds. I've been advised that if I fail to take in enough fluids they will have to install a "three-way catheter". What those three ways are, I will leave to your imaginations. I assure you, my imagination has run wild with it so I'm committed to hydration through normal means like never, ever, ever before.
There's a new dose of cyclophosphamide chemotherapy pumping through my veins as of a few minutes ago, along with some better anti-nauseants (emend, zofran), so hopefully today will be better. Though the repugnant lasagna they just served me seems completely counterproductive to these efforts.
Tomorrow is radiation day one. And yep, that freaks me out a bit.
Hang tough John, thinking of you.
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