so on Wednesday i had my second herceptin. other than the fact that it took 3 needles and 2 nurses, it was ok. it should be my last hospital based treatment. the rest should be at home. or at least the rest of the ones I havde in *this* country. somehow I don't think I'll get it at home if we're in Chile.
i needed to be out by 12.45 to collect N and take him to PReston Street for his P1 indoctrination, and I made it, I was set free just at 12.45. funny that.
it was really quiet, so I nabbed the window seat, seeing as I was on my own, Bill and I had decided that he should save his time off for the school visit.
a woman who looked a bit familiar came in with her husband, plus another woman with a friend. anyway, there were just the three of us in the bay, and we got to chatting.
it was woman number 2's last chemo, and I said it was my last visit as well. I don't know what she was being treated for, but she was going to be there for 5 hours. her friend held her hand as the needle was put in, i know how that feels.
woman number 1, well, she was very pretty, perfect hair (a wig? I have no idea) and makeup, nice clothes, I wish I could do that. but. she said she had secondary breast cancer, and was having an extra 3 chemo sessions, on top of i don't know how many original ones, becasue the chemo was working really well for her.. i don't know how long it was since she had her first cancer, but she is ONLY 36! and she's got secondary breast cancer.
they give you numbers, when you're diagnosed, your percentage chance of it coming back. i've posted my numbers before
. they sound really good. have the whole darn shootin' match, and i'm looking at 95-98% that it won't come back and bite me again.
Well. the woman I met on Wednesday had been given pretty good numbers too. 93%.
So I'm having a bit of a freakout to myself.
and i'm still so bloody tired. why is that?