After the previous Friday's
Understandably, Kyle and I want to stick to the every-two-week chemo schedule. We want the best possible outcome and I don't want to finish this season of my life with any regrets. Who would? I'm willing to suffer if it means knowing I did everything I could to keep the cancer from coming back. Are you with me? Making sense?
I LOVE feeling nauseated all the time if it means never having cancer again! I just returned from having my weekly blood work done, and while sitting there waiting for results I realized that I could pretty much throw up on demand. I deal with the random waves of nausea, but I'm sure walking into the oncology building just invokes some psychosomatic reaction. That blood work was normal, by the way, so no booster shot today. This further fuels my theory that the only reason my blood counts dropped after getting a booster was that weekend I spent cleaning up vomit. The oncologist and his PA seemed to agree with my theory when I presented it last week. My immune system did everything it could to keep me from getting sick, but could not rebound after it was all cleaned up.
Apparently we didn't have to go in fighting last Wednesday. The doctor and PA heard me out and agreed that I could stick with the every-two-week schedule after all. The catch is I have to not only get my blood counts checked on Wednesday as usual, but also Friday. I signed on the dotted line with ease. Should I need Neupogen again, he's going to lower my dose due to my "size." Apparently he's just realized I'm still underweight? He thinks that will lesson my reaction.
So here's my week in review, in case you haven't caught on that the blogging takes a hiatus after each treatment. That's because my life takes a hiatus after each treatment, even though this last week was quite eventful.
Last Wednesday, while sitting in my $11,500 recliner, I noticed something I'd never seem before. How I missed this I don't know, but it made me unplug my IV pole and make haste for this shrine to all sources of useless information.
The PA that
|Way cuter than everyone else in the waiting room.|
|It's those pump disconnecting hipsters again.|
Sunday morning, the Easter Bunny worked his magic outside while Memaw worked her magic inside with Easter lunch, including a homemade sugar-free key lime pie. Props to her for slaving away while I laid around uselessly. Had I been left in charge, it would have meant Easter dinner at Cracker Barrel.
Though Easter and Christmas are the two times of the year I want to avoid church because of my love of massive amounts of people, we went and it wasn't that bad. I wish I could say the same for all the attempts at a family photo. At least 50% of us looked normal and followed directions.
|But say yes to coordinating family outfits while you still can and hiding your PICC arm behind your husband!|
|"Just hold on to him long enough for me to get a photo!"|
I'll have blood work done again on Friday so I can prove my staying power to my oncologist and then I'll look forward to my magazine rack of goodness and thousands of dollars in nausea meds next week.