"Life doesn't get easier or more forgiving, we get stronger and more resilient." - Steve Maraboli
Following the first round of chemotherapy, I was out of the hospital for three weeks, with the wife performing the daily PICC line saline flushes. I reluctantly returned to the hospital for round 2 of chemotherapy on the 3rd week of February, 2026.
The oncology team at Kootenai Health had meanwhile been in touch with the Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center in Seattle, Washington. Fred Hutchinson provided treatment advice for round 2 of chemotherapy, given my bone marrow genetic testing. They suggested three days of the anti-cancer drug Idarubicin, along with only five days of continuous Cytarabine, yet again.
Below: An orange-colored IV bag of Idarubicin. The other bags are just saline solution.
The insertion point of the PICC line began swelling, and the team immediately sent me for an ultrasound of the vein, and sure enough, a DVT was developing in my left arm. The same day, they removed the PICC, put me on blood thinners to dissolve the clot, and installed a PICC line in the right arm. Not my happiest day, but in the interest of survival, we put up with some inconvenience, yes?
A week or two after the second PICC line was placed - and after the chemotherapy had ended fortunately - an infection developed at the entry point. This was a pretty big deal because at that point I was immune compromised from two chemotherapy sessions. I was put on massive doses of antibiotics and antiviral meds, and blood samples were taken to check for systemic blood infection. Fortunately it was just a localized skin infection, and the antibiotics handled it.
The second PICC line was also removed, and at that point I had run out of arms to place another PICC line :). We were back to daily pokes for blood sampling, however. Eventually the left arm clot dissolved - as determined by ultrasound - and they placed a second PICC line in it.
I also picked up a Norovirus that lasted a lot longer than it should have, due to my immune condition. Norovirus used to be called the "stomach flu" back when I was a kid. It would last 1-3 days and be a bad memory for a week. This case lasted about 10 days and I had nasty diarrhea the entire time and one instance of vomiting before it slowly cleared. A really rough time, to be sure.
Partway through the second round of chemotherapy, I noticed that all my fingernails had weird growth patterns. I consider this similar to tree rings, where scientists can see the effects of droughts by measuring the distance of seasonal growth rings to each other. I used the thumbnail as a proxy for the damage chemotherapy was doing to my body.
Below: Thumbnail showing where chemotherapy started.
I was released from the hospital in late March, not in remission, having already spent 64 days in the hospital in 2026.




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