Mister Bill got his Gentle Gemzar yesterday (Thursday) and is having no effects yet, thank heaven. But in two hours, today (Friday), he starts the Kaiser Wilhelm Gustav Gun Weapon of Chemo, the Cancer Killing Death Star to tumor cells: Cisplatin.
He is in major dread.
Now that he knows the following about Cisplatin, I can post it (I don't post things he doesn't know, to avoid freaking him out): This drug is so toxic that he needs three hours of saline solution (salt water) pumped through his body before they'll even give him the drug. That part you knew, but here's more: It's so vicious that if a few drops were to leak out on his arm, they would chemically burn right through the skin and leave a thick, permanent scar!
The preceding paragraph was to satisfy the sensibilities of any individuals who may feel that my blog entries are too happy and frivolous, given the gravitas of the subject matter.
But on to lighter fare!
I'm going to take a camera and take pictures of Billybob in chemo wigs for you.
Well, maybe we'll have to hide in a conference room to do that, as even I, Madame Inappropriately Silly, wouldn't want to make any one nearby feel uncomfortable, since wigs are actually NOT a funny subject.
But BILL in a wig IS a funny subject only because he never had hair in the first place, so to start wearing a wig during chemo....oh, Beth, let it go...they GET it, already!
Later, taters! I'll write again tonight.
Love,
Beth
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