My strength came back as the weekend went on. Yesterday I even felt energetic enough to get mixed up with the LAW! Poor guy. I should be grateful. He had me laughing for the rest of the day.
Headed in shortly to try again on the chemo. Crossing my fingers that my white blood cell count is back up high enough to get this over with. I’ve got psychosematic stomach churning going on already. “Yup, stick that thing right in there doc.. let it drip!” It’s like asking for a martini with your lunch after waking up hugging the toilet bowl from a bender the night before.
I’m feeling very upbeat. This is all over so soon. However I get through it, vacation starts in less than two weeks.
When I started treatment, I had it in my head that during the radiation-only weeks, I’d be able to work. That really hasn’t turned out to be the case. I’ve found that the effect of this stuff is cumulative (duh). While what you’re getting from day to day doesn’t increase, you feel more and more ragged as it goes on. I’ll try to work next week and the week following, but once the treatment is REALLY done, and they’ve done the post treatment tests (I assume another petscan, another endoscopic ultrasound, a needle biopsy, etc), Hill and Putney and I are going to get out of dodge for a while. Off to Nova-Scotia. My eden. I’ll rest there. Take pictures. I’ll come back a new man. (watch the fuck out!)
Thank you all for your continuing support. I can’t say how helpful it is.