On Monday, July. 13tb, I went to see my therapist at the Cancer Center. Afterwards I wanted to pick up a prescription I had forgot. When I went to pick it up, I found they had added 3 Lupron injections to my bag. I guess they were in. It was time to try dose 1…
Nervous would be a gross understatement to how I felt about getting the first shot of Lupron. It’s easy for people to tell me to just try it, and I know I had to, but they’ve never experienced the reactions and attacks I’ve had.
I had just completed a month of the oral version medroxy/progesterone, which instead of getting rid of my period, I got 2 heavy ones in 2.5 weeks and I also went to emerg 3 times. Once in an ambulance. One of the attacks required an epi pen for blood pressure drop, but the others were full on GI attacks, with sweating, vomiting, diarrhea, palpitations, syncope etc. So the thought of having a concentrated version jammed in my arm that’s stuck in my system for a month just wasn’t sitting right.
I had it done at the daycare unit at the cancer centre. Where they do primarily chemo, but hormone therapy as well sometimes. For me it was mainly just in case I had a reaction. It felt fairly sureal to walk in there.
The nurses were a cut above, and were incredibly kind and thoughtful. I was thrown off when they were sad and apologetic that kids were clearly not happening for me. That part of it never really crossed my mind, and certainly didnt bother me.
I stayed 30 minutes to make sure nothing happened, and then they let me go. I was so relieved I didnt react. Yet.
I had brought things to do to pass the time, but ended up just staring at the old vhs tv and out the window. Wondering about all the other people who have sat there and imagining all those who will.
