"She's got a run in her stocking and she's missing the heel of her shoe." ~ Poe
This past week has been up and down for me. Coming off my last treatment of A/C chemo, I was feeling better than I've felt since I started chemo. First week was good, second week was good, and I hoped third week would be good. Last Friday started well when I got a call from my Rheumatologist around 4pm, telling me he had checked in with some high mucky muck of medicine at U of M medical school and they felt it would be ok for me to resume taking my Enbrel. I've never been so excited to stick needles in me! So, I dosed up that night, and was already feeling less swelling in my knees the next day. Over the course of the week, I can definitely feel an improvement in the affected joints, but I'm still having pain in my left knee and hip, and my right ankle is a bit stiff. I did cut down to taking one Celebrex during the day to help with walking and I'm still taking the prednisone, but I'll have to wean off that gradually to avoid any problems with my adrenal glands. I'm hesitant to make too many changes before starting the next round of chemo on Monday.
Saturday we had some friends over and I felt good enough to hang out with them and cook dinner. It was nice to feel normal. I ended the evening with a little tickle in the back of my throat but I was hoping it was a small allergic reaction to the wool yarn we were admiring that evening. Sunday I laid low, I'm still having to recover a little more from high energy days.
Monday morning I woke up with full on sore throat that I developed sometime in the middle of the night. Being the dutiful chemo patient I took my temperature and it came back 100.6. DRAT! 100.5 is the magic number for calling the Oncologist no matter what day or time. I really did not want to make the call. Of course they wanted me to come in and get a Strep test (negative) and do another CBC to check my white counts. I was at 0.7 on Thursday, and when they finally got mine back they were at 0.3, which is not high enough to fight an infection on my own. So, I got to get two more blood draws for cultures and hooked up via my port to IV antibiotics. 4 hours after we went in, I was back at home with a 10 day script for Levoquin giant horse pill antibiotics. More drama than I expected when I woke up that day. It's strange that something that seemed so minor could end up causing me all sorts of problems because my immune system is so comprised. The IV seemed to work out ok, because I woke up Tuesday feeling better, no fever, just the scratchy throat again. Wednesday I had to go for labs again and I was surprised that my white count was lower still 0.25, because I was feeling fine. Now I'm wondering if taking the Enbrel on Friday could have impacted my counts. I certainly don't want to bring that up and have them put the cabosh on my taking it.
Thursday I was designated driver for my hubs who went in to get the vein in his leg re-routed. It was an in-office procedure thankfully, but they dosed him on Valium, so he was not in shape for driving. Having this done lets him get off the blood thinner Coumadin, which is a good thing, and hopefully will prevent further clots in that leg. He spent 6 days in the hospital last February because he ended up with a small clot in his lung and a bigger one in his leg. We'd both like to avoid a recurrance of that! He's got some small incisions and a compression stocking on his leg, so we are both walking around a little funny this week.
Comparatively speaking, I'd consider the last cycle to be the best so far, even with the few bumps in the road this week. At the beginning of Chemo, I was fully expecting to feel my worst at the end of it, so it's a nice surprise to come out of the first round feeling mostly normal. I'm halfway through the worst of my chemo! I'm starting my next 2 drugs on Monday - Taxotere and Herceptin, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that these will be easier than the first two.
The week after Thanksgiving, I have an appointment with the boob doctor. and I think I will be starting to do fills in my tissue expander to get ready for reconstruction surgery sometime next year. I definitely have some thoughts in my brain about all that, but I haven't managed to sort it out enough to write about just yet. Right now there is so much uncertainty about Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow, I am just trying to focus on today. Today, I have laundry to do, and the nice thing is, that I'm actually feeling good enough to do it.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
"...a distant cord
on the outside is forgotten.
A constant need to get along
and the animal awakens.
And all I feel is black and white.
The road is long
and memory slides
to the whole of my undoing
put aside, I put away
I push it back to get through each day.
And all I feel is black and white
and I'm wound up small and tight
and I don't know who I am.
Everybody loves you when you're easy
Everybody hates when you're a bore
Everyone is waiting for your entrance
So don't disappoint them."
I have been feeling pretty good since my last round of chemo almost 2 weeks ago. I'm counting my blessings, even though it's so strange to me how differently my body has reacted to the same drugs over the course of the 4 treatments. The repercussions of feeling better are that I'm spending less time thinking and more time doing; which means I'm not writing as much.
|Slip stitch beanie in denim blue.|
Going out in public has been a bit problematic for me because the hot flashes have hit. The word around these circles is "chemo-pause"...chemically induced menopause. The chemo finally stopped my cycle and I have the lovely side effects that go with it: hot flashes and night sweats. (I'd like to say mood swings haven't been as much of an issue, but you'd have to consult my hubs for veracity of that statement!).
If I have a hot flash around my house or friends, I just peel off the hat first, and then start with the other layers. But in public, I feel a little bit uncomfortable with exposing my Benjamin Button-head to the general public. One trick I figured out at my son's indoor soccer game last week was the 2-in-1. I wore my cotton hat and put my acrylic one over it. When I got too warm, I just peeled off the acrylic one. And I dress in layers, preferably with zipper or button fronts. I will go from freezing to sweating and back to freezing several times over the course of an hour or two. Or...even more pleasantly, walk around with ice blocks for toes, but sweating armpits. It's really a PITA. It's also a constant reminder of what is potentially waiting for me once I begin on the 5 years of Tamoxifen starting next November. I'm trying really hard to put it aside, not worry about what may or may not happen to me on that drug, but now that I know a little about it, I can't help but ponder every now and then. I'm back in unknown waters, which is a place that really drives me crazy: I'm getting ready to start 2nd round of chemo: Taxitere and Herceptin, and I have no idea how I'll react to them.
My 1st treatment is the Monday before Thanksgiving. I've heard that the Taxane class of drugs (most common: Taxol and Taxitere) are less harsh than the Adriamycin/Cytoxan cocktail I've been going through. This is a big relief to me, but the fact is that it's still a cell destroying drug, so the usual chemo side effects may apply. I'm also waiting to see if this round will maybe help with my RA symptoms, which, though improved by my current meds, is still present and annoying. From the Herceptin, I have NO idea what to expect.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Because I just ran into another woman yesterday and one the week before who is going through this or has gone through this giant pool of suck. I swear, I sometimes feel like it IS catching! Crazy Sexy Life said it perfectly here...http://networkedblogs.com/pH9aG?a=share&ref=nf
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Well, it could have, but it didn't. Actually, my dryer lint filter got so plugged up with lint from an old chenille blanket, it shorted out the motor and charred the inside of the dryer. My hubs smelled the smoke while he was outside hot-tubbing with our son. My nasal membranes were fried from the fumes of the drying garlic in the oven, so I was blissfully unaware of the shananigans going on in the laundry room.
Sometimes, the universe bumps us a little bit just to remind us to slow down, pay attention, and oh yah...clean out your dryer ducts every once in awhile!
Thanks, universe! (can you swing me a good rate on a new dryer, though?)
|classing up the neighborhood!|
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Today is an uneventful day. That, for the Wednesday after a Chemo treatment is cause enough to celebrate. I feel good this week. Maybe the fortune cookie gods were right, my luck IS changing? I had 2 good weeks prior to the 4th session of A/C and a couple of good days after. I'm counting my blessings. Today, I went to the grocery store to buy winter clothing supplies for my son, even though it is almost 60 degrees outside and sunny! It felt nice to drive with the window down, and the radio up! I feel blissfully almost normal today.
So...a short little post in celebration of a good day.
So...a short little post in celebration of a good day.