I was less nervous this time. I have done this once and knew what to expect now. Travis was by my side as always. This time I didn’t get the fully private room like the first time but did get a partially private room. When I walk in I’m AGAIN the youngest of anyone at the cancer center. My anger begins to bubble up again.
I sit back getting ready to be poked and prodded. Things are going normal until they connected the carboplatin. Soon after that I began to have a sharp pain in my chest. The nurses were concerned and decreased the drip rate. The pain subsided. They then returned the drip rate to Normal and the pain returned. It was decided to admit me to the ER. I was terrified. Was the chemo now causing me heart issues? I had read that Herceptin can cause issues for the heart and now here I was. At the ER they did an EKG and decided to keep me overnight. Then a cat scan with a strain. The nurse couldn’t put the needle in and poked me 10 times trying to get the needle in. I laid there with tears streaming down my face with the ridiculous amount of pain she was inflicting upon me. I barely slept.
The next morning I had a stress test. The doctors decided that my heart looked fine. At my follow up appt with Beekman she decided to switch me from carboplatin to cytoxin. She said that if the heart pain continued she may decide to stop the chemo. Not have chemo? That was music to my ears.
T-425 days of the breast cancer ride 