Jessie Lynn Nelson
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Chemo Treatment Day One. Content Warning.
My husband and I started our day at 5:30am yesterday morning (01/07/2025) by getting up and leaving the house by 6:30am to make sure we arrived early so we could figure out where to go. We arrived early enoug that we got a good parking spot. I was originally told to go to the fourth floor of the cancer institute to get labs done through my port. However that wasn’t the case. I had to go back down the the second floor and register with my oncologist first. When we got to the oncologists office, they weren’t open for another half hour (7:00 we arrived at the oncologist office, they didn’t open until 7:30). Get signed in and then sent across the hall for labs. They had to get me twice with a needle because the first one was to short and I had swelling still going on from port placement. They finally got the needle in, and back to the oncologist’s office we went. We spoke to the oncologist first, going over everything and making sure we both understood what was going to be happening during chemo and potentially after chemo. Once the doctor’s visit was over, that’s when we went to the fourth floor.
By Jessie Lynn Nelsonabout a year ago in Humans
Port Installation . Content Warning.
TRIGGER WARNING: FOR THOSE OF WEAK OF HEART DO NOT READ THIS ARTICLE. MENTIONS OF BLOOD January 2nd I had gotten my port for Chemo therapy installed. Boy, was it an interesting procedure. I have never been so let down in my entire life when it came to any other procedure.
By Jessie Lynn Nelsonabout a year ago in Confessions
Hello Loneliness
A lot of the time, whenever its writing whether privately or on here (through my sister’s page with her ”Dear Phoenix” letters) I use lyrics from songs to better express how I’m feeling. I’ll credit the song at the end of the article if you want to listen to the song. Warning, it is a sad song. I had my port for chemotherapy installed yesterday and I rate it a -10/10. I’ll do another article on the port and the full experience. But it’s finally settled. However I cannot lift anything over ten pounds for seven days. Which is killing me because I miss my godbabies and being able to do silly things with them. The youngest is two and he doesn’t understand that he can’t waller all over auntie. When he asks for me to pick him up I just want to cry. Cancer is messed up and it makes you feel entirely alone in a room full of love and support.
By Jessie Lynn Nelsonabout a year ago in Confessions
Callie the Highland Cow
It started in a very dark place, but it was okay when I was with my siblings. We were told that we were going to make a child so happy. I couldn’t be more excited! One by one, I watched my siblings go to their forever home. Then it was my turn. The shipping container was a bit tight squeeze, and I was scared. Is this what my siblings had gone through so many days before? Someone whispered to me right before I was sent to my new home.
By Jessie Lynn Nelsonabout a year ago in Chapters
Lupron - Hormone Suppressant story
Part of my cancer treatment was to receive a hormone suppressant since my hormones are literally trying to kill me. Let me precursor to this day. I had been sick with liquid butt and vomit. So needless to say my body is already sore as hell.
By Jessie Lynn Nelsonabout a year ago in Humans
Book Review: People Kill People. Content Warning.
Violence has increased all over the world over the last few years. Gangs having turf wars, school shootings, robberies and other kinds of shootings. We have had 9/11 when the Twin Towers fell. I was in second grade when that happened. I was in music class when they dismissed us earl to go home. Years later we had Sandy Hook, The Pulse Club and the Boston Marathon Bombing. I still remember the tale from my coworker from Target when she had walked out to her car to go home, she had heard the bombs go off. She had thought it was thunder. She found out later that the sounds she heard was the bombs going off. The Braintree Mall was dead for hours, and we couldn’t reach out to our loved ones as they had turned off cell service in case of another bomb.
By Jessie Lynn Nelsonabout a year ago in BookClub
