#16 January 18- February 7

Haven’t written much in a long time, just trying to get through this second chemo session; however, I think I can successfully say I have avoided the ER this time! Well done, me!

To backtrack, my second infusion was January 18 – Woke up at my usual 3 a.m., stayed awake a long time, finally dozed just before 6. Tired of this.

Got up to the blood draw area early today, but it still took a long time before they got it done. Good news is that the nurse thought my port looked just fine, so that worry is set to rest. We had brought a Seattle Sutton lunch with us, so went downstairs to the café and ate lunch before infusion.  I was supposed to start infusion at 1 p.m., but some of my labs weren’t back, so it was 1:30 before they called me back. They gave me a Zofran for nausea, and then have to wait 30 minutes before starting chemo. My oncologist had dialed the amount back slightly, but the Taxotere was going to take 90 minutes, and the Cytoxan 15, so now I was going to be late for my oncologist visit at 3:30.

Chemo passed uneventfully. I made sure to drink a lot during the infusion. I think I’ve drunk a gallon already today. Finally, about 4 p.m., I was through and hot footed it over to my oncologist. I was now a work in, so it took a while, but eventually both she and her Fellow came in and checked me out. She’s also going to dial back the Skele-gro shot tomorrow since I had some bone pain from the lesser one before. I just hope that doesn’t mean I’ll crater on blood counts this time, but I know she knows what’s she’s doing. Confidence is good.

It was after 5 p.m. before we got away, so I drove, but I felt great. I expected to be sitting in wall to wall traffic, but lo and behold, everything was moving great. We had to stop at our Seattle Sutton distributor on the way home, so it was way past dinner time, and we made the mistake of eating out again. I will say this, I only ate half, and we froze the halves when home to hold for the next rebellion.

Felt tired, but OK the rest of the evening, but the night was restless. I may have awakened every hour. Good ole “Dex.”

Jan. 19 – Husband took the dogs into the groomer this morning, and I got a few things done that I’ve been trying to knock out. By the time lunch was over, the dogs were ready, and it was time to go back to the hospital for the Skele-gro shot. He just let me off, and I ran up to the infusion clinic. It just took a little bit, then we were headed back home.

Couldn’t face the planned meal, so just had a baked potato which tasted really good. So far, all systems are go, just tired from not sleeping well, plus my taste buds are so erratic.

Jan. 20 – When I took my cotton night cap off this morning, it was full of little, tiny hairs. I took my shower, and even more came out, although I’m not what I would consider a skin head at this point. I’m glad that I didn’t shave my head, but just had it buzzed very short, since the shaving can create little stubble bumps sometimes. This way, the very small hairs are falling out naturally without any irritation.

Haven’t had any bone pain from the Skele-gro yet, or the joint pain from the “Dex” crash, but I am being pro-active taking Tylenol and ibuprofen at appropriate intervals. In fact, other than being tired and having funny tasting problems, I feel somewhat normal.

Jan. 21 – woke up to dog throwing up this morning, then I didn’t feel so good myself. Can’t really call it nausea, but there was a tightness in my chest that didn’t feel right. My husband got me some crackers which helped and eventually I was able to get up, ate a couple more crackers, and got all my meds down. My right arm is hurting – rotator cuff? Exploding tendons? IDK

Jan. 22 – not so great day. My husband had to go to his doctor which is way up north, so he’ll be gone for most of the day. I tried to have some toast for breakfast – first slice was fine, second slice morphs into cardboard. I spent most of the day drowsing on the sofa, dogs on my lap. I didn’t even turn my computer on.

Jan. 23 – felt some better today, managed to get out to help my son with some paperwork for his car. Tired out fast, but no major problems. Still can’t eat what I ‘m supposed to eat. I’ve manfully tried to get through the Seattle Sutton meals, but it’s not working for me, plus now they’re starting to get old. Decided to cut our losses. I came up with some meals that are somewhat simple for husband to put into oven or microwave that I think I can eat. My appetite is so capricious; he says I’m like a pregnant woman.

Jan. 24-29 – feeling really tired. Still having lower GI issues or “pooping funny” as my son calls it – that will be one of the most wondrous things when I am through with this – just to be a normal evacuator!

I’ve been taking my temperature twice daily just to keep track of trends since this is the week for low blood counts. It goes up a little each day, but not until Wednesday do I feel the dreaded “flu-like” symptoms. Wednesday 3 weeks ago is when I hit the magic 100.4. My temp, however does not climb any higher than 99.8, and I awake Thursday feeling temp free.

Although I’ve no temp issues, I’m not willing to bring it on by over indulging, so I take it easy Thursday and Friday. We had pre-ordered Season 6 of Downton Abbey and it came on Thursday, so guess who binge watched almost the whole thing. We finished it on Friday, and while sad that it is over, I felt they did a wonderful job of closing all the story lines. And now, we can watch all six seasons whenever we feel like it.

Jan. 30 – I now have a little over a week to get my strength back up before getting zapped again on Feb. 8^th. Still feeling good although stamina is down. Interesting thing, although my hair has completely fallen out on my head, I now have a crop of very fine fuzz on top. Is it trying to grow?

I still have my eyebrows and eyelashes, although they are thinning.

January 31 – Today is husband’s birthday, and we celebrated with a brunch at a new local restaurant. It was very good, enjoyed the company of son and DIL as well. I enjoyed my soup, but wished I had gotten the French onion after tasting my husband’s. I got the Crab cake Benedict which was pretty good; the hollandaise was terrific. We shared their special dessert – the gold bar cake which was outstanding. We will definitely be coming back.

Feb. 1 – I had tried for a while to get into the “Look Good, Feel Better” seminar sponsored by the American Cancer Society. Every time I called, I got an outdated recording, and no way to leave a message. I finally contacted the ACS directly, and they put me in touch with the representative.

I was scheduled to attend today, so I drove down myself, got to the meeting room slightly early, one other person was there. She was busy on her phone, so no small talk. Two more people came in and looked at me strangely, prompting me to ask, “Is this the ‘Look Good, Feel Better’ seminar. That was a big NO.

Finally found the Cancer Society representative, who somehow had not gotten the room reserved. She managed to get the seminar pushed to 11 a.m., so I got a snack and waited till then. Only one other person in the room again, but this time, we talked, and it turns out she was there for the seminar.

She has lymphoma which they have treated with her own stem cells. How fantastic is that? How could there have been controversy over such a miraculous treatment? Her lymphoma is in remission; unfortunately, the poor thing also has lupus which has come out of remission. See, every time I start thinking how bad off I am, I always run into someone else who has it much worse.

The volunteer cosmetologist who ran our seminar had had a mother with cancer, so she knew something about what we were going through. She was very sweet, but not overly knowledgeable about makeup application. What amazed me was the bag of makeup we were given. Whole bottles and compacts, not sample or travel size from every possible make-up company – Estee Lauder, Revlon, Physician’s Formula etc.

We were also supposed to be shown how to tie scarves and see a video, but that did not happen. Oh well, can’t complain when I’ve been given so much. Here I am with wig and makeup -

Feb 2-7 – I got some really bad news during this week about my cousin Terry. He died unexpectedly from an intestinal blood clot. Talk about making my puny little side effects feel very small indeed. 

Terry was almost two years younger than I, and although we had not seen each other in several years, he had been very supportive of my breast cancer diagnosis. We were very close as we grew up together along with his two brothers, my brother and my other cousins.The following firing squad picture was taken in 1963 as we all prepared to go to Six Flags Over Texas. My cousin Terry is the second from the left. Never fear, we two girls had to wear the muscle shirts as well (they were aqua and white,) we just hadn't gotten the memo when this picture was taken.

My cousins have always been more like brothers and a sister than cousins to me, so this hit me very hard. I feel very healthy in comparison, says the chick with the cancer.

All this week, I have really been feeling so well that I almost could forget that I have cancer. Well, at least until I look in the mirror. I’m really dreading Monday’s infusion because I know it will put a stop to all this feeling good and replace it with gunk.

OK, step back, think positively. Last session was much better than the first, maybe the third will be better still.  That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.