On the Eve of third chemo cycle - 17.5.18
Chemo 3 is set to go ahead - bloods on Tuesday still had good ("amazing" in fact) red blood cells but white blood cells dropping as predicted and are now just skimming the bottom of the normal range. Still, that's good enough for another dose of poisons.
It's a bit of a dismal prospect. I've been getting more energetic as the last dose has been wearing off. Today I dealt with the dishwasher engineer, carried out a full allotment site inspection, did some allotment work, walked the dog, made dinner.... Just as I'm getting into my stride again - tomorrow I'll be indoors most of the day and have to be taken home in a cab, all wobbly, and then there'll be a week of slobbing about and rationing activity. Hey ho...
A few adjustments are going to happen tomorrow - I'm going to get a higher dose of chlorpheniramine as pre-med and they're going to start the paclitaxel off more slowly, in an attempt to avoid another acute reaction; and I'm going to get a further anti-sick medicine to take home to augment the two already prescribed. Rattle, rattle.
Every day is now a bad hair day, but very soon it's going to be a no hair day. Now bald with a few wisps (wissspssss, wissspssss). The pudding bowl of fallen hair is full. It's a shame that I'll probably be in a hospital bed on midsummer's eve - otherwise I could have used the occasion for a moonlit hair scattering.
Have been reading The Bookshop by Penelope Fitzgerald for bookclub (meeting lunchtime on Saturday) with a twist - we are to resist the last chapter and come up with some ideas for how the story might proceed. Makes you appreciate how clever writers are.
And my Over 60s Oyster photocard has arrived - a little early, but I am going to so enjoy using it.
It's a bit of a dismal prospect. I've been getting more energetic as the last dose has been wearing off. Today I dealt with the dishwasher engineer, carried out a full allotment site inspection, did some allotment work, walked the dog, made dinner.... Just as I'm getting into my stride again - tomorrow I'll be indoors most of the day and have to be taken home in a cab, all wobbly, and then there'll be a week of slobbing about and rationing activity. Hey ho...
A few adjustments are going to happen tomorrow - I'm going to get a higher dose of chlorpheniramine as pre-med and they're going to start the paclitaxel off more slowly, in an attempt to avoid another acute reaction; and I'm going to get a further anti-sick medicine to take home to augment the two already prescribed. Rattle, rattle.
Every day is now a bad hair day, but very soon it's going to be a no hair day. Now bald with a few wisps (wissspssss, wissspssss). The pudding bowl of fallen hair is full. It's a shame that I'll probably be in a hospital bed on midsummer's eve - otherwise I could have used the occasion for a moonlit hair scattering.
Have been reading The Bookshop by Penelope Fitzgerald for bookclub (meeting lunchtime on Saturday) with a twist - we are to resist the last chapter and come up with some ideas for how the story might proceed. Makes you appreciate how clever writers are.
And my Over 60s Oyster photocard has arrived - a little early, but I am going to so enjoy using it.
You're a good writer Jan. Your blog is both powerful and (how is this possible?) humorous. But that's you all over - complex, insightful and funny. Keep writing. Helps us x
ReplyDeleteHear hear! Glad to hear allotment is still enjoyable. What's your lovely dog's name again - Lula? I hope the third cycle went okay. Big hugs xx
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