Pokin' around before chemo
Wednesday morning I was up early and at em'. I went in early for my blood work. Its best to go real early or real late, otherwise you can wait sometimes over an hour before they call you in for your draw. Its not the staff, its the lack of staff.
Anyways, I must have my blood drawn before I receive chemo. I can't possibly count how many times I have been poked with the needle. Thats not even giving thought to the pokes I get in treatments and scans and etc,etc. I have become one with the needle.
In the begining of this whole cancer crisis I remember in detail my very first blood test. I was so nervous, so tense. I had to turn my head away from the phlebotomist as she drew three small tubes of blood from me.
Now after hundreds of these pokes I can sit comfortably still and chat away with the tech as they draw my blood. They know my name and I know all of theirs. We talk about our private lives. We laugh and have fun with each other. Here I am now taking a photograph of the weekly procedure.
After she/he is finished drawing my blood we say good-bye, see you next week. Everytime I leave that lab. and walk down the hallway to the exit doors I wonder to myself...When is this going to end?
Anyways, I must have my blood drawn before I receive chemo. I can't possibly count how many times I have been poked with the needle. Thats not even giving thought to the pokes I get in treatments and scans and etc,etc. I have become one with the needle.
In the begining of this whole cancer crisis I remember in detail my very first blood test. I was so nervous, so tense. I had to turn my head away from the phlebotomist as she drew three small tubes of blood from me.
Now after hundreds of these pokes I can sit comfortably still and chat away with the tech as they draw my blood. They know my name and I know all of theirs. We talk about our private lives. We laugh and have fun with each other. Here I am now taking a photograph of the weekly procedure.
After she/he is finished drawing my blood we say good-bye, see you next week. Everytime I leave that lab. and walk down the hallway to the exit doors I wonder to myself...When is this going to end?
posted by LORI at 4:12 PM -perma link-
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Post a CommentA glimps into what your life is right now. This is what is so amazing about the blog and your willngness to share. Thanks! That looks like no fun and nothing I'd want to do on a regular basis.....sorry you gotta.
Much love to you Lori!
Kizzy
Great post.
Why don't you get everything taken from your port? Do they have to do it from your vein? I had all my blood draws sucked out through my port.
Hello Lori. I came by your site through problogger and I am touched by your plight. Just want you to know that whatever happens, hang in there. This is an invaluable learning experience for you because you will unwittingly become tougher and more profound in life. Do drop by at my site when you have the time. cheers!
www.yvonnefoong.com
I think if my phlebotomists wore purple gloves, blood draws would be easier on all of us.
(And I thought I was the only one who had blood draws taken from the arm instead of the port.)
Hey, I am new to your blog I just discovered it thanks to Louise. I can totally empathize with your thoughts of "when will this end." I am not sure if it ever totally does once you have had Cancer. I just wanted to say hey, and I hope that your treatments are going well! If it's ok I am going to put you on my blog as well! Take care!
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