My name is Caleb. I’m 17, and I have Leukemia. I was diagnosed almost a month ago now, and I’m starting my Chemotherapy. Yesterday afternoon, I started my second round.
Thank God the first round was easy on me. This second round is really kicking my butt.
I didn’t feel really well yesterday morning, anyways. And I had the option of either having the treatment this morning, or yesterday afternoon at 4, and I opted for yesterday afternoon, because I had a track meet this morning.
I got there around 4:00, and they hooked me up. I sat in the seat, and waited for it to finish dripping.
Halfway through, I got a HUGE headache. I mean, this was the worst pain I’ve ever had in my head. It felt like someone was hitting me in the head with a hammer.
I finished and went home about 2 hours later, after talking to some really close friends in the treatment place.
I got home, and went to lie down and watch a movie. My head was still pounding.
This morning, I woke up, and automatically felt sick. I stood up, and I was extremely dizzy. I spent the better part of the morning in and out of the restroom, and sleeping on the bathroom floor. I hate that.
I was usually pretty healthy. I never got sick before all of this happened, and I’m not used to it. I don’t like it.
After my numerous restroom trips, I finally worked up enough strength to make it down stairs to say good morning to my amazing mother, and I sat down at the kitchen table, and laid my head down. My mom felt my forehead, and took my temp and all that. Granted- she’s not used to this quite yet, either. She’s used to healthy kids, I mean, none of my 5 brothers have ever had anything that compares to this, and neither has my sister. Quite frankly, neither have I. She’s not very fond of us being sick at all, I mean, the flu season is a terrible time for her! I was running a fever of like… 102, I think. And my head was still killing me.
She sent me to lie on the living room couch, and when I laid down, I turned on Fired Up!, and soon fell asleep.
I woke up about an hour later, and I felt a HUGE surge of nausea, and I leapt for the restroom.
See, now, this is where my story gets pretty pitiful. I hate being sick. SO much. I absolutely despise it. But I’m smart enough to expect it with Chemo.
So, I spent a lot of my afternoon throwing up, and falling asleep, and throwing up, and falling asleep again, and on and on.
Needless to say, I didn’t have a very good day.
I hate Chemo treatments.
Who’s with me?