Kicking Breast Cancer's Butt

Daily Archives: November 13, 2013

Upcoming doctor’s visits:

Tomorrow, Thursday, we meet with the surgeon who did my mastectomy in March, for the 6-month follow up.

Friday we meet with the radiation team for what they call “practice films”, when I will also meet with the nurse to talk about questions and process, and I assume I get all my prescriptions for the skin care creams.

Then Monday, November 18, we start radiation treatments for real.

Tomorrow will be 5 weeks since my last infusion.

During my 8-week course of the dose-dense A/C, I gained an additional 14 pounds, on top of my already 50 pounds of excess baggage.  That was in spite of feeling so much like crap that I rarely ate.  After two weeks off from chemo, I noticed I was losing almost a pound of weight per day, so that by the time I started the weekly paclitaxel infusions, I was back to my starting weight.

Then the scale crept up, up, up, again, until I was an additional 27 pounds.  I didn’t worry much about it.  I thought it would start peeling off again when I was through with the paclitaxel.  I couldn’t wear my wedding ring, and I can’t wear most of my clothes, but hey!  It’s temporary, right?  Hmm.  A two week break from paclitaxel, and no downward movement on the scale.  I don’t think I can blame all this weight gain on the steroid any more, and I said as much to my chemo nurse when I went back on the paclitaxel.

However, today, despite not having changed a thing, my weight is down.  Not by a lot, but it is definitely trending downward.  Despite Halloween candy, eating WAY too many of the cranberry bliss cookies I made last week, and my love affair with cream cheese, the scale is moving ever so slowly (I’ll take it!) downward.

I’m still fat, I still can’t wear my wedding ring, and most of my clothes still do not fit – but we’re making progress, and it’s progress that I can see.  At last.