Find myself still waiting for confirmation as to whether I will start the collection process this Wednesday or next Wednesday. Of course the waiting is tied to the insurance company again, as all of the test results had to be sent to their transplant team for approval of the procedure.
The process has to be started on a Wednesday, as that is just how the hospital does it. If it starts next Wednesday, then I go to Thanksgiving dinner with a bag of chemo. Ended up joking about putting construction paper feathers on the back and decorating it like a turkey with another friend of mine that is a cancer survivor. I know it sounds a little twisted, but you have to joke about things like this or they can really take you down.
But regardless of it is this Wednesday or next, I find myself struggling with so many things that I am surprised by. I keep wondering how much of it is "normal" and how much of it is the PTSD. I guess in the end it doesn't matter as they are my struggles and there is no right or wrong. So I am going to write them out here, so when someone reads these and if they can relate, they won't feel so all alone.
On a Wednesday, I will have a Pheresis catheter. I attached an image and it is provided by the Lukemia/Lymphoma Society. To me it is really scary to have something implanted that has a tube going down towards your heart and then to have two ports hanging outside of my body for several months. I find myself worrying about catching it on something; or if the "feeling" of it being under my skin will drive me crazy; or the fact that it can be used for not only the administration of drugs but nutrition makes me feel like I am not in control of my own body. I know that I should not be "obsessing" about the "what ifs" but they are there and to pretend they don't exist is a lie. Part of me thinks that anyone looking at having one of these things stuck into them might be "worried" too.
I have already made up my mind to shave my head the day before the port is inserted so I can donate my hair. I don't want to watch it fall out as a result of the chemo I will be doing as I feel it is just another "waste". To actually be able to make a choice and do something that will benefit someone else feels empowering. One less thing the cancer will take, or at least this time it is being taken on my terms.
But at the same time, for a person to lose their hair is a pretty emotional thing. I can't help but wonder if I will be so repugnant that my husband will not be interested in me, or that my family or friends will be embarrassed by me. I also feel guilty for feeling bad about losing my hair, as that is vain. But there is this huge negative self-worth thing that goes with PTSD that this is tapping into big time. Just another struggle on the PTSD front lines.
Time to put this overactive, worried, and fearful mind on something else. The sun is up and it is going to be beautiful out today. Going to spend the day outdoors, as there will be a time soon, very soon, that I will not be able to do that.