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18
Apr
09

The Day After . . .

. . . my last chemotherapy.

This one has hit me pretty hard – I’m having a lot of pain and quite a bit of stomach/intestinal action, and my chemobrain seems to be pretty bad, too.

Today was one of the first trips out of the house that wasn’t for a doctor appointment in a long time. I had Brian take me to the grocery store today, because there were a few items I just had to have, but the places I usually order online don’t carry them. He would have come in with me, but I assured him it would only take a few minutes, and that I knew exactly what I needed and where to find it.

Of course, it was all being remodeled, and everything was moved around, so I ended up spending a lot longer pushing a cart than I expected. I finally found everything I needed, plus a couple impulse buys, but by the time I was heading for the checkout I banged my cart into several stationary objects. Guess it’s a good thing I didn’t drive the car.

Typing is not working very well right now because of the increased peripheral neuropathy symptoms in my fingers, so I’ll just say that I’m happy to have finished with chemo, and I’m looking forward to getting through the last few weeks of feeling awful, and finally get back to real life!

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14
Apr
09

Finger-tapping (Impatience, not rhythm)

I’ve been patient for the last 8 months, and now that I’m down to single-digit days before my last chemo, I’m getting impatient. Will Friday ever get here? In spite of sleeping 14 – 16 hours a day for the last couple days, I’m still awake too much, if my impatience is any indication.

I keep picturing myself pacing around the chemo suite with my pole of bags in hand, occasionally squeezing them to try to make the drugs flow faster. None of this sitting around reading or knitting while the slow drip-drip-drip of poisonous, life-saving fluid seeps into my body – no! I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now!

3 more days . . .

08
Apr
09

Closing in on the endgame . . .

Yesterday Brian pointed out that there were only 10 more days before I’m done with chemotherapy.

Sadly, even though that was a happy thought, I then focused on how I’m going to feel crappy for at least 2 weeks afterwards.

Sigh. I thought I was getting out of that mental state. I really *want* to get out of that mental state. All the sun for the last few days made me *feel* like I was getting out of it, but apparently once the sun is back behind the clouds, so am I.

It really was much easier to have a positive attitude the first time I had cancer – although I do recall have some pretty grim days as I progressed through the chemotherapy back then too. Fortunately, back then I didn’t have to deal with all the illnesses I’ve been coping with this time. I’m not sure what to think about the pneumonia – I finally was feeling a little better earlier this week, but as of yesterday, I seem to be back to the same place I was the week before. Chest pain, still extremely fatigued (where even walking up the stairs exhausts me) – if it weren’t for the chest pain, I might think it was just (!) the chemotherapy. The doctor will probably want me to go in for another CT scan since I’m still having the pain. I just don’t want it to put any delays on finishing my chemo.

At any rate, here’s to 9 more days! Woot!

05
Apr
09

Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful Day

I spoke wistfully this morning of laying in the backyard in the sun, when it was still in the upper 50s. Around 1:00, Brian told me he’d set up one of our chaise lounges just for me, and since it was over 70 by then, I found some sunscreen, took a water bottle and the dog, and went out to enjoy the sunshine.

What a lovely day! it reached at least 75 degrees, with not a cloud in the sky.

About 2:30 or 3:00, Brian came and woke me up, and brought me indoors so I wouldn’t get burned.

Isn’t he wonderful? He takes such good care of me. Laying in the sun was so relaxing and warm, and even though I was still tired when I came in, I felt so much better emotionally than I have since I found out I had pneumonia again. It’s amazing what a little sunshine, and a lot of love, will do for one’s spirits.

04
Apr
09

pneumonia vs. chemo

I’ve been really wiped out the last couple weeks – even though I started the antibiotic over a week ago, things were worse at the beginning of the week than before. As of yesterday, I felt about the same as I did last Friday when I was diagnosed, so the antibiotic doesn’t seem to be helping, which could mean that this is viral pneumonia.

I don’t remember if I went into this before, but pneumonia isn’t a description of a single illness – basically it refers to any infection of the lungs, usually involving inflammation and collection of fluid. It can be bacterial, viral, fungal, or parasitical. So even though I had a pneumonia vaccine in November 2007 that is good for 5 years, the vaccine doesn’t cover every possible source of infection – as a matter of fact, it only covers bacterial infection by the pneumococcal bacterium; and then only about a quarter of the varieties of pneumococcal bacteria out there. So even with its protection against the most common bacterial infections, there’s a ton of other stuff out there that could get me; and with the compromised immune system, even the ones that are covered under the vaccine could still be suspects.

At any rate, when we went in for chemo yesterday, the oncologist expressed concern that I wasn’t feeling better on the antibiotic, and that my white blood count was so low – however, he decided to proceed with the chemo, with strict instructions to report any increased chest symptoms immediately. And if I’m not feeling better by next week, he will probably send me in for another chest CT scan.

Even with the already low white blood count, but with a good neutrophil count (the bacteria-fighting white blood cells), he decided against having me get the daily Neupogen shots next week – they are one of the two ways of getting your bone marrow to start producing white blood cells. The other is only given when there’s at least two weeks between chemo sessions. However, the bet is that as of next Friday, when I go in for my !!SECOND-TO-LAST!! chemo, I will probably have to have them the next week. That’s kind of a pain, since I really don’t feel up for driving these days; fortunately Brian is usually working from home in the mornings, so it’s just a matter of struggling out of bed earlier than I usually can.

I’ve been sleeping a lot, although the last three or four days I’ve started waking up in the middle of the night and being unable to get back to sleep for 3 or 4 hours, but then sleeping hard until late in the morning. I’m not sure if that’s a good sign or not – I’ve been trying to avoid daytime naps since they’re probably one of the culprits (I was only up for 5 hours one day, usually around 8 hours most days for the last week and a half before that). But maybe it’s a sign that I’m finally going to start getting better?

But then there’s chemo. It really has sort of rocketed to my brain this time – I was talking to Brian last night and didn’t remember something that we’d talked about just 5 minutes ago. Hmmm. I’m having more stomach and intestine problems this time around, and the pains are already calling for the good stuff – the morphine. Fortunately I only seem to need it at night, since Tylenol is currently managing it during the day. But even sitting typing, I can feel the tingling in my fingers that means the peripheral neuropathy is escalating. Thank goodness I’ve only got two more sessions! Yay!

Thank you to everyone who is sending all the love, good wishes, positive energy, and prayers – I appreciate them all. It is both motivating and healing to know how many people care and are thinking of me. I think of you-all often, myself, even though I haven’t had the energy to make contact. Hopefully that will be on the mend soon ;-}

27
Mar
09

OK, this is not funny anymore. . .

. . . I have pneumonia. Again.

The doctor doesn’t know why – I don’t think he really cares why, he just wants to get me over it so he can keep poisoning my body.

Which, most likely, is one of the reasons I have pneumonia again – the compromised immune system can’t beat back those germs that healthy people shrug off every day. At least we caught it early again; apparently I am ultra-sensitive to the pressure of fluid building up. Interestingly enough, it is only happening in my left lung, which is the same as the last time. The pulmonary embolisms were one in each lung, but I’ve long had pain in my left chest (heart problems ruled out); and the cancer was in my left breast. No wonder they call it sinister!

The first round of pneumonia responded to Levaquin, which is a very potent antibiotic. On second thought, maybe Dr. Medici is gleefully rubbing his hands together going “mwa-ha-ha-ha” that I have pneumonia, because seriously, this stuff has the potential to be as bad as Taxol and Avastin – it can cause temporary or permanent nerve damage, bleeding problems, seizures, hallucinations, and tendonitis or tendon rupture, amongst the five pages of warnings that came with the cute little bottle.

At any rate, one of the problems it can cause is sleeplessness, and right now, as tired as I am, I cannot sleep. Of course, I couldn’t last night either, so it may be totally unrelated to the Levaquin.

So anyway, that’s how *my* week is going. I’m mildly depressed, and massively annoyed at being sick again – hey, chemo by itself is enough. But Brian is back home from his trip, and that’s wonderful, and the cats have been very cuddly recently. . . hmm, I seem to recall that they were pretty cuddly back the first time. I guess they’re pretty sensitive to this, also. Great – now whenever one of the cats wants to sit on my lap, I’m going to get paranoid. I mean, I woke up this morning with a cat lying on top of me purring – and today I’m diagnosed with pneumonia. Cats as diagnotic tools – guess I won’t go there about whether he was doing a scan or not. Oops, sorry, I went there.

21
Mar
09

Bacheloretting, briefly

Brian has flown down to visit a friend who lost a sister to colon cancer, and then is going to visit his Mom and help her out with some things she can’t do herself, so I’m alone from last night through next Thursday.

Brian almost didn’t go because he was worried about leaving me alone right after chemo – I reminded him that the last time I had chemo he left me alone for a few days while *he* went on our normal family Christmas visit, and the worst thing that happened was that I fell up the garage steps and strained one of my arms when I grabbed the door handle (only the door wasn’t shut tight, so the door swung open and pulled on my arm, only I had just had my mastectomy 2-1/2 months prior and neither arm was supposed to be used, lifted, pulled, etc.).

Somehow, that didn’t reassure him.

Then I told him that Sharon is right across the street, and has promised to check on me, and give me rides if I need any. Also, I had suggested that I could call Cathy if he *really* was worried about it, and that I was sure she would come stay – he decided that I would probably be fine, since I’m pretty sedentary (read: totally wiped out) after chemo anyway, and that the worst trouble I could get in would probably be spending too much time in my recliner.

As it turned out, I was on the phone with Cathy last night, and when I said Brian was out of town, she immediately offered to come stay – so she’s coming down today, and we’ll probably do all sorts of arty/crafty things for a couple days. When I’m not sleeping that is. I’m just about to go work on my quilt, but decided I wanted to tidy up my office a little more – after all the sorting I’ve done I’ve got a lot of papers relating to crafting that need filing in binders.

I may do a Lord of the Rings movie marathon; or who knows. I have to say, the bottle of port is tempting me, but the way my stomach feels, it’s just going to have to wait.

Had my neulasta shot this morning, and already the pain is starting, so I guess it’s time to go take something, and see where the day goes from there.




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