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Oct. 26th, 2016
"The show must go on."
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foreverfabulousWho: Paris and Michael Hart
What: Chemo Day #2
Where: Oncology Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Tuesday morning
Paris didn't want to get himself lulled into a false sense of security, but he expected his first day of chemo to be much worse. It might have been his own positive vibes or something, but they said if he was feeling okay after the first dose, he could be discharged to go home for the night, where he would continue to be an outpatient for his treatments, save for any complications. He would be monitored closely just in case. He knew he was in good hands, and they only lived a short distance from the hospital, so if anything went wrong, they were nearby. Tara had promised him from the bottom of her heart that she would do everything she could to make sure he could be in his own space as much as he could, and that was what he wanted. To be able to go home to his own bed, out of the spotlight, to get through this the best he could.
Admittedly, he was feeling exhausted and nauseous when he left, but it was manageable. Tara said to make sure he was honest with any chemo side effects so they could address those as they came up. He didn't have an appetite when he got home and just wanted to lie down. As soon as Michael helped him into bed, he crashed out and slept right through until Michael was waking him once again that morning to head back to the hospital for the next day of treatment. He didn't even feel that bad that morning. He managed some toast and a cup of tea. Mostly what he was feeling was cold. He couldn't stop shivering, so Michael helped him layer up for the trip back to the hospital.
He got into the hospital bed, and the nurse brought him a couple of heated blankets, but it didn't feel like anything could warm him up. "My head's starting to hurt again," he revealed to Michael now they were settled and just waiting for the nurse to come back and start the infusion. He was shivering and trying to pull the blanket tighter around him. "Feel a bit sick too. I feel like I'm completely over it already and it's barely started."
What: Chemo Day #2
Where: Oncology Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Tuesday morning
Paris didn't want to get himself lulled into a false sense of security, but he expected his first day of chemo to be much worse. It might have been his own positive vibes or something, but they said if he was feeling okay after the first dose, he could be discharged to go home for the night, where he would continue to be an outpatient for his treatments, save for any complications. He would be monitored closely just in case. He knew he was in good hands, and they only lived a short distance from the hospital, so if anything went wrong, they were nearby. Tara had promised him from the bottom of her heart that she would do everything she could to make sure he could be in his own space as much as he could, and that was what he wanted. To be able to go home to his own bed, out of the spotlight, to get through this the best he could.
Admittedly, he was feeling exhausted and nauseous when he left, but it was manageable. Tara said to make sure he was honest with any chemo side effects so they could address those as they came up. He didn't have an appetite when he got home and just wanted to lie down. As soon as Michael helped him into bed, he crashed out and slept right through until Michael was waking him once again that morning to head back to the hospital for the next day of treatment. He didn't even feel that bad that morning. He managed some toast and a cup of tea. Mostly what he was feeling was cold. He couldn't stop shivering, so Michael helped him layer up for the trip back to the hospital.
He got into the hospital bed, and the nurse brought him a couple of heated blankets, but it didn't feel like anything could warm him up. "My head's starting to hurt again," he revealed to Michael now they were settled and just waiting for the nurse to come back and start the infusion. He was shivering and trying to pull the blanket tighter around him. "Feel a bit sick too. I feel like I'm completely over it already and it's barely started."
justalittlecrushHi. Sorry to bother you. But do you think you could visit Paris for a bit a some point? He's just feeling pretty vulnerable right now. He said he misses his mom.
