Only four more. That's what I keep telling myself and what my people keep celebrating. To the outside world, four more sounds like nothing. But to me, the person going through it, four more is the worst. I am just done with this. And this treatment was probably the worst of the lot. Not because … Continue reading Chemotherapy Treatment Number 9
Having Mom here has been great for my tummy! Fresh and yummy dishes are served daily. And they are all anti-cancer dishes. But the soups have been the best...
Apparently alcohol and Neupogen are the exact same. When one too many accumulate in your system, you end up on the floor over a toilet or curled in a ball in pain. My white cells have been obstinate lately. I have been hitting below 1000 for several days and the doctor has been worried that … Continue reading One shot, Two Shots, Three Shots, Floor
Another year in Uruguay that I miss St. Paddy's Day! Last year I was burned and this year I have cancer. The universe is determined for me to not drink green Uruguayan beer. But, on the positive side, I have a fabulous wig!
Chemo was postponed. Which means that recovery was postponed. A Poem Saturday I was tired. Sunday I was ok. Monday I was stubborn. Tuesday I worked all day. Saturday was spent on the couch watching hours of The Good Wife. At least I had recovered from the day of actual chemo. I was able to … Continue reading The Days After Chemo Number 8
It may have been postponed by a day, but my chemo Amazons at school rallied. Carla came to pick Mom and I up around 8:15. She couldn't stay the whole time because of classes, but the fact that she came and people were willing to cover her first class means the world to me and … Continue reading Chemotherapy Treatment Number Eight
My pesky little white cells have decided to be uncooperative. After a shot of Neupogen they were still in protest, so I got another shot today and it was simply too close to chemo for my doctor's liking. Therefore, I have to have chemo on Friday instead. I'm still taking tomorrow off from work to … Continue reading Chemo Postponed
I have had a hate relationship with my hair since it started falling out. The thing is my chemo isn't harsh enough or my hair follicles are too tough for ALL of it to fall out. And I really just wanted all of it to fall. There is nothing worse than picking hair off your … Continue reading I finally went G.I. Jane
Mom returned to Montevideo with 143 pounds of luggage. Some of the stuff was for me, some of the stuff was for her comforts for the next few months, and some stuff was for Nicolás. His hobby is restoring old cars and right now he is working on a Chevy Impala 1962. When Mom offered … Continue reading Mom Returns and Nico Gets a Second Birthday
It is true this chemo was way easier with the port, but man was I tired. I feel more and more tired as the treatments go on. But I will take sleeping fifteen hours to pain shooting down my arms. And still no nausea. I call this a win. Since Mom is in the states, … Continue reading The Days After Chemo Number 7