It’s been a while since I’ve written. Been getting on with life and our new normal. The moments, hours, or days when I don’t feel like poop, I’m trying to catch up on dishes and vacuuming, taking out the trash and recycling, or more importantly, catching up on my PD James reading, and my knitting projects.
My final infusion of the Adriamycin/cytoxan dose dense cocktail is Thursday. I’m looking forward to it, in that I will have it behind me. Not looking forward to the funky feeling that follows for the week after the infusion. We meet with the doctor before the infusion to learn how the next round of chemotherapy will go. Nausea and funkiness aside, I really do tolerate this dose dense chemotherapy pretty well. Each time is a little different. Seemed like I was nauseated the full two weeks between infusions. This time was about 10 days, as yesterday was pretty good, and so far today is going well, from a nausea standpoint. Having a little swelling of the ankles and feet, but the nurse I spoke to at SCCA said it was normal, and she wasn’t overly concerned based on looking at my labs done on my last blood draw. Suggested I mention it to the doctor on Thursday, and gave me advice on some exercises to do to help move the fluid out of my feet. Don’t you just LOVE medical professionals, particularly nurses? It was a Sunday, and while most folks are relaxing or catching up on projects at home, she’s taking a shift on the triage line, dedicated to her patients health and well-being, and setting my mind at ease. You’re the best, Pam!