|Boosting troop morale|
This was by far the "easiest" round in that I stayed on top of the nausea meds like white on rice and I managed to get out of bed for a few hours during my 48 "chemo coma." Normally, opening my eyes is a challenge all its own. It's almost like I have the light sensitivity of a migraine minus the actual migraine. Not sure why it was "easier," but I can assure you it wasn't for a lack of dosage!
I got the dosage talk from my oncologist's physician's assistant (PA) on Wednesday. The good doctor understandably likes to give his younger patients the "full dose" of chemo because we "can handle it." Understandable and fair. Apparently because I am a young buck (or doe), I need to suck it up and deal with the misery. Not that I was asking for some relief. I'm all about the pain!
|Party in my arm!|
With that said, I may be skipping a week in the near future in an attempt to get my blood counts up. As expected, I keep dropping and may be nominated for a booster shot this Wednesday when I go in for my CBC (complete blood count). If I get a booster, I can't get another round of chemo within the week. I can't remember if that had something directly to do with the shot or if they just like to give your body an extra week to get those blood counts up.
When I see how low my numbers are, I'm shocked considering how normal I feel during my 8 glorious days. My front line of defense is dismal, yet I've survived fevers from both boys and a two week run of a viral infection from each in recent weeks.
Frankly, as eager as I am to get this over with, I would welcome an extra week of feeling normal. Currently I seem to be under the chemo spell of misery (to some degree) for 6 days. 6 down. 8 up. That's explains the long silence on the blog. Do the math and hopefully tomorrow means day 1 of greatness.
|Pump disconnecting hipsters.|
I think some of my amazing running mommy friends can relate to me laying limp on the couch, as many ran the Shamrock Half Marathon yesterday. And wouldn't you know I woke up, stuffed some nausea pills in my pocket, grabbed some tissues for that bloody snot and went to cheer them on. I should have tons of amazing photos to show you, but with the cold ocean air, my hands shriveled up into useless knobs and I was forced to take photos with my one working knuckle. Thank you neuropathy and cold sensitivity. You're the evil step-sisters I never wanted!
|Mere yards from the Atlantic.|
So honored and proud and amazed at the moms who managed to raise OVER $2500 for Chris4Life Colon Cancer Fund and Shawna who raised $775 for Team Livestrong (Team Livestrong raised over $134,000 for this race!!!). The more I read about these and countless other organizations focused on helping families on the cancer journey, the more proud I am of every dollar raised and the difference I KNOW it's going to make in someone's life.
|Team Mom's Gotta Run in the wee hours before the Shamrock start.|