Tamara Glover

So today was my appointment to meet with my Doctor and "possibly" get a Herceptin treatment. I checked in. "you will start by drawing blood upstairs before you see the doctor." I go upstairs. Its busy, I take/make multiple phone calls (walking over to the corner so that I am not talking in the middle of the waiting room). I am called to have my blood drawn. Its a women whom I haven't met before. Pretty lady with bright colors on her lab shirt and all over her office. She had big bouffant hair. I asked her to please use the little needle. I pumped my fist, she slapped my veins inside my elbow. She started to put the needle in... I used to watch, finding it fascinating, I no longer find it fascinating. I turned my head and took a breath. She put the needle in, I took another breath, she jabbed the needle further into my arm. "ohhhh" I said. And I am NOT a whiner. I felt like my arm was bruising instantly. I watched her fill up three viles a...

So my last chemo treatment was supposed to be the last. Though I only had 4 treatments of the hardcore chemo that kills my hair etc. I was supposed to have 16 treatments of the Herceptin. Herceptin is the "preventative" medicine that was administered intravenously every 21 days. Herceptin is a specific treatment for the type of breast cancer I had. My Dr. said in the beginning "well if you have to have breast cancer, this is the one I want you to have." The even had a Hallmark movie about the scientist who created/discovered the treatment. Back to my story... I go into the infusion treatment room and tell the nurse, "ok, put that puppy on fast drip, this is my last treatment and I have celebratory cocktails and friends ready to meet me." She goes to her computer and looks up at me. "Honey, this isn't your last treatment." My heart sunk. At first I was like, of couse it is. I asked for my doctor, to find he was on vacation. I was ...