So I am pleased to report that yesterday's visit to the hospital and bloodwork came back positive enough in terms of counts of neutrophils, wbcs, platelets etc. to resume immediate treatment. And yes believe it or not that is truly good news. On Thursday I will go back to the hospital to begin a course of Neupogen injections to stimulate my bone marrow in the production of neutrophils - to prevent further delays in treatments. The injections will go for 5-7 days, once daily, and Victoria will be trained on how to inject me if needed. Good for her as she will finally be able to "stick it to me" as I am sure she has wanted to do!!! I imagine fellow chemo patients regardless of protocol/regimine would agree with me that the last thing we want is for delays in the treatment. We want the treatments to follow the prescribed schedule...let the drugs do their work as prescribed. And in my case I am determined to be through these treatments (12 in total) before the arrival of our baby currently "scheduled" for a November 27 date. With this 10 day delay in my treatments between #7 and #8 it now pushes my last treatment to at least end of October. No more delays!!!!!
So today represents day 2 of treatment #8...my infusion bottle is nestled on my hip connected to a tube coming out of the port in my chest (and yikes did my nurse have some difficulty finding the port yesterday multiple pricks with the needle and re-insertion was pretty painful...but pain is a relative thing these days) and my nurse will come by tomorrow afternoon to disconnect, check my vitals and remove the dressing. And I get to shower afterward!!!!! Yippppppeeeeee!!!!!!!! As for side effects and how I am feeling...well...in one word...Meh. Blah. Uggghhh. Tired. Fatigued. Sour. These single words all describe me to a tee today. Sour stomach (although no nausea)...no appetite..no taste buds...wicked sensitivity to cold in my fingers and mouth., significant fatigue and tiredness...the usual.
This treatment represents #8 out of 12...and again using my elementary or high school math skills I think equals 2 thirds of the way done...2 out 3...that's not bad.
In the immortal words of Jim Steinman and Meatloaf:
You'll never find your gold on a sandy beach
You'll never drill for oil on a city street
I know you're looking for a ruby in a mountain of rocks
But there ain't no Coup de Ville
Hiding at the bottom of a Cracker Jack box...
....Now don't be sad (Don't be sad)
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
Now don't be sad (Cause)
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
So today represents day 2 of treatment #8...my infusion bottle is nestled on my hip connected to a tube coming out of the port in my chest (and yikes did my nurse have some difficulty finding the port yesterday multiple pricks with the needle and re-insertion was pretty painful...but pain is a relative thing these days) and my nurse will come by tomorrow afternoon to disconnect, check my vitals and remove the dressing. And I get to shower afterward!!!!! Yippppppeeeeee!!!!!!!! As for side effects and how I am feeling...well...in one word...Meh. Blah. Uggghhh. Tired. Fatigued. Sour. These single words all describe me to a tee today. Sour stomach (although no nausea)...no appetite..no taste buds...wicked sensitivity to cold in my fingers and mouth., significant fatigue and tiredness...the usual.
This treatment represents #8 out of 12...and again using my elementary or high school math skills I think equals 2 thirds of the way done...2 out 3...that's not bad.
In the immortal words of Jim Steinman and Meatloaf:
You'll never find your gold on a sandy beach
You'll never drill for oil on a city street
I know you're looking for a ruby in a mountain of rocks
But there ain't no Coup de Ville
Hiding at the bottom of a Cracker Jack box...
....Now don't be sad (Don't be sad)
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
Now don't be sad (Cause)
'Cause two out of three ain't bad