It Was Just the Tequilla Talkin'

I know this post is a little late, but I thought I should update everyone on my last treatment before I have my next one...as in, tomorrow...

Anyways, Treatment #7 actually went fairly well, as far as the side-effects go (I'll get to where things went bad in a sec).  I was able to keep the smell of the treatment center at bay, thus keeping the nausea from getting too bad.  Someone told me of a trick that really works!  Just apply Vic's to the inside of a surgical mask, place another mask over that one (to keep from having a Vic's face bath), and wear!  It really did work in keeping me less nauseated, which was great!  I was just really tired for a few days, but for the most part, it wasn't very bad at all (PRAISE GOD!!).  Also, I got some new nausea medication...actually, it's technically the same medicine, but a different method of delivery.  The first kind was meant to dissolve on my tongue, but it tasted SOOOOO BAD!  I didn't want to take the medicine because it almost made me even more nauseous.  I was able to get the same medicine in a swallowing form, and that helped tremendously.

So, everything was going fine after treatment...that is, until my family and I decided to go out to dinner on Friday night (day 3 after my poisoning).  I was feeling pretty well, considering it was my first day out of the house in 3 days.  I decided that Mexican food sounded really good (I've been on a salt kick...my lifetime of being a chocoholic has been cured!!!  Thanks, Chemo! lol).  We ended up going to El Vaquero, where we met 4 of our friends.  My parents and our 4 friends ordered a pitcher of margaritas.  I was very content with my quesadilla, until I noticed an empty and unused margarita glass sitting on the table.  I decided that one glass...one...would not hurt me, so I poured myself a glass...MISTAKE!!!  Not 3 minutes after I drank the killer drink, I was headed for the bathroom.  The tequila made me slightly dizzy, and it was just enough to re-instate my nausea, and I spent the next 15 minutes in the bathroom (the great part was my mother standing behind me, saying over and over again, "Try not to touch the toilet...")  When I noticed that I wasn't getting any better, I told my mom to just get me home.  She grabbed a clean trash sack out of the trash can, and my sister and my mom flanked me and steered me out of there.  It was really great to walk through a restaurant, my face as pale as a ghost, with my mom (holding a trash sack) and my sister holding me up...every eye in the place turned, and I could almost hear what they were all thinking: "What on earth did she order???!"  When I got in the car, I grabbed the sack from my mom, and I was finally able to...um...say hello to my quesadilla again, which made me feel better.  Anyways, long story short, I learned a valuable lesson: Tequila 3 days after Chemo is not the best idea in the world...duly noted!

Something exciting happened during these past 2 weeks!  I got 2 new lab puppies that I absolutely ADORE!!!  They are brothers from the same litter, and they are both precious.  Only one of them has a name, though (as of about 6:00 tonight), and his name is Ross.  The other one is still a work in progress...

So, I go in tomorrow for Treatment #8...66.666666666666666667%!!!!!!!!!!!  As always, I'm not really jumping up and down about going back;, however, I know that the only way to get finished is to get #8, then #9...then #12!!! 

Thank you, everyone, for all of your prayers!!!  I love you all and I would be lost without your kindness to my family and me.  I will definitely keep you all posted if my doc tells me anything new.  Until my next post, I will be licking my wounds and enjoying puppy breath and cute lab puppy faces!