Faithfully Fighting

Well, I’m happy to say life has been a little boring lately.  We made it through the dance recital happily.  Katie did a good job and seemed to have a good time.  She did seem to be very relieved to be done on Sunday afternoon, though.  On Monday morning I woke with a good cold.  I honestly tried to avoid any runny nose ballerinas over the weekend, but apparently picked up the cold somewhere.  It dragged my energy down quite a bit, like I needed any extra help with that!

On Thursday I was scheduled for treatment.  I had called on Tuesday and asked if they still wanted me to come in with my cold.  I wasn’t sure what the standard was for that, I didn’t want to expose any other patients to my stuffy head.  They told me to come on in and see the doctor.  As usual, I had blood work taken first and then they shuffled me up to the doctor area.  I had snuck a glance at the blood work results before handing them off to the nurse I did notice that the first acronym was highlighted and marked HI!!.  As my doctor strolls in, good mood and all, he says “Well no treatment today!”   I believe my white blood cell count was a bit high (probably a sinus infection-I’m good for those).  He put me on antibiotics and rescheduled chemo for next week.  We talked a bit, going over the last side effects I had, and he just nodded and smiled.  I also asked him how long my chemo regiment would go on (I had neglected to find out when we changed to the taxotere).  He gave me an answer that was full of mixed messages, “as long as it works”.  I asked if there would be any breaks in chemo, and watched as he seemed to tap dance around the answer with more skill than any of the Katie’s troupe had over the weekend.    He said that we measure the “response”(he didn’t like the word “remission” that I used) as we go and make decisions based on that response.  I’m pretty sure he has a plan (he is very thoughtful, but only gives me info that he thinks I can handle) and isn’t just winging it as we go.  He also scheduled me for my next CT scan, June 6.  He said he would be pleased if the spots on my liver were the same or smaller.  I would be pleased if they would be gone, but I suppose 3 treatments aren’t really enough to hope for that (but anything is possible with the Lord!).

The remainder of the day turned out to be quite nice.  Pete and I rambled about town, stopping at a furniture store to window shop, getting a Rita’s Italian Ice, going to the farmers market to get some fresh herb plants.  It was a beautiful day and it felt lovely not to be dealing with the usual treatment stuff.  I had been a little upset that my schedule was getting messed up, but by the time we got home about 2:30 I had truly enjoyed the day.  I also headed off to work the next day for 6 hours (which I wouldn’t have made if I’d had treatment).  Four weeks without chemo kind of spoils a girl (even if the sinus infection is annoying). 

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