On May 20, 2009 an unfamiliar nurse appeared to administer my third roud of RCHOP; the previous two had saved my life from a rapidly growing Non Hodgkins B cell diffuse Lymphoma stage four (according to Dr. Swarts).
The Benydryl and Attavan combined with fatigue from a road trip took me off guard so I trusted the stranger who mishandled the procedure and didn't even know to stop when I began to comment that something seemed wrong. She forced the worst chemo in anyway and tried to push the saline until it came out of my skin. I had a power port in my upper lef chest. Now I have a big hole in my chest that has to have bandage changes everyday. They have been giving me fentynal patchs and morphine which ruins my day and my bowels
I have had to seek treatment for PTSD and am falling apart.
I can't face leaving home for a month for the radiation treatment while I am literally still wounded. No one around here seems to know anything about this type of disaster so it is as if no one ever has this happen so no one can talk about it with experience to guide them. "Eveyone" is terribly sorry and so happy I am so pleasant and taking it so well. "It" includes teilling my family I am so near death twice (weeks apart)that they need to talk about the DNR.
Well, about 150 days have passed as my flesh has been eaten away by the chemicals, then three surgeries to cut out dead infected flesh. there is no point in writing more if anyone is even still reading this at this poit.you either understand or you don't.
Thank you if you read this far.