PROJECT: 05-DJC:174.9

This is Deirdre's Breast Cancer Diary. I try to update this blog at least every evening. This is an easy way for me to keep a journal of the experience, and at the same time, I can keep my friends and family up-to-date on what is going on. I find it is not so bad to have cancer, but it is awfully depressing to talk about it. I hope you laugh as you read along. You can find the beginning in February the archives. Thanks again for reading :o)

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Testing, 1...2....3...

I feel like a sprinklerhead. I have so many holes in my arms and hands it's ridiculous. All of these nuclear tests require that I least they seem to. I think my blood is trying to protest. It doesn't seem to want to come out anymore. So what happens is that I end up with several bruises on my arms for each attempt the medical technician makes in their vain (vein) attempt to get blood from me. Yesterday I had a MUGA test. I have forgotten what those letters stand for. It's like an EKG. They take blood from me and then "tag" it with some radioactive material...then re-inject it via the catheter it took 4 people to install in my arm....then watch as that tagged blood makes its way to my left ventricle. They want to know what my heart function is like under *normal* circumstances (as if being poked and pricked 4 times in a day is normal). They need to know my baseline because chemotherapy is sure to blow *normal* to smithereens.


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