First the bad news. Thanks to my brother John’s extraordinary cooking I have gained three pounds this week. Time for John to go home. Time for me to stop pigging out. I knew I had gained weight. My jeans weren’t falling off me yesterday. And yes, I know it’s really a good thing (as long as I don’t keep on doing it). And no, I don’t really want John to go home. I am loving having my brother here. He’s great company, a great cook and he’s taken over some of the driving to MD Anderson to give Jerry a break. Honestly, the most stressful thing about this whole ordeal has NOT been the chemo, NOT the Proton..It’s the traffic.
Next piece of bad news…please note that NONE of my bad news is REALLY bad. Anyway, we had planned to go to Flower Mound to see the Littles this weekend. The kids had basketball games on Saturday and a swim meet on Sunday and we were going to celebrate Declan’s fourth birthday while we were there. I’ve been hearing about serious flu problems in the Dallas area for awhile but haven’t really worried about it. However, Erin called this morning to tell me that five of the twelve kids in Declan’s class have the flu. The hospitals are turning away people because they are full…Dallas is a mess. I talked to the doctor about going into Flu Hell…She told me I shouldn’t go to public places (the basketball games and swim meet) and if the kids were sick I needed to stay away from them but if I wanted to risk it, I could. If I got the flu, it would mess up my treatment but wouldn’t be the end of the world. We decided NOT to go. Too risky.
So that’s all the bad news. The good news is that I’m doing fine. On Wednesdays I meet with Dr. Nguyen, my radiation oncologist. I have to fill out a paper before I go in and circle any side effects I’ve experienced in the past week…nausea, vomiting, difficulty swallowing, dizziness, trouble sleeping, fatigue, etc. etc. There’s a list of about twenty possible side effects. Last week I had a few…This week, nothing. Her nurse checked my paper and said, “You forgot to fill out this side” I said, “nope…no problems” He checked my blood pressure, temp, weight, etc and said “You are the healthiest one here!” Nice, huh?
I am feeling fine. And I know it may not last…most likely won’t last. As my doctor said, “It’s early…there could be rough days ahead.” But really, I’m celebrating every good day, every day I can go for a walk, every day I can do yoga, every day I can eat without painful swallowing, every day life is easy. And if it’s not so great tomorrow, well, we’ll deal with that tomorrow. I do think that prayers, Reiki, healing energy coming my way, good thoughts, etc. are making a major difference in this treatment cycle. It may not last but so far, so good.
So tomorrow I have Proton at 6:00…John’s bringing me so Jerry can sleep. Getting up early is NOT his favorite thing. Then we’re back to MD Anderson at noon for a meeting with my medical oncologist to talk about how chemo is going (fine) and then we’re heading over the the Houston Museum of Fine Arts for the afternoon. I noticed signs for an Impressionist exhibit shortly after we got to Houston and have been wanting to get there ever since. Tomorrow looks like a good day to go. John did a bit of research on the exhibit…I’ve seen these paintings before. They’re on loan from the Clark Art Institute in Williamstown, Massachusetts.
Anne and Clark are coming home on Monday. They’ve been gone for about a month. It will be wonderful to see them again. Then, the following week, my sister, Kim, is flying in from Massachusetts for a week…POC (perks of cancer) …family comes from all over and I am loving it.
One more month and we’ll be home. Time flies when you’re having fun.