Chipping away

Hi! For those of you keeping track or for those of you who are new around here, I am chipping away at the second part of my chemo regimen. My port was a bugger again and I needed cath-flo injected into it. Sometimes with a port, your body will create like a skin or a sheath over it since it's a foreign body. Generally the port still works to input infusions, but the blood draw part doesn't work for some reason. Since you have to have the blood cell count to know if your numbers are high enough to have the chemo, that part has to be done first. So after multiple position changes and flushes, the nurse drew blood from my left arm and eventually the cath-flo stuff busted up whatever clot or sheath was in the way and we could get both in- and output. This is the second time it's happened with this port. I don't remember it ever happening with my previous one. I don't know if it's affected by being on my left side this time, if it's all the crazy chemicals swimming around in my body, or something else entirely. The nurse who drew my blood was amazing- I've had her before- and I seriously didn't even feel it. That's a rare, precious gift! 

My doc was pleased with my blood count numbers and gave me the green light to proceed, so I got my second Taxol infusion out of the way. Ten more to go! Thus far the side effects have indeed been less derailing than the AC chemo regimen which is over with, thankfully. She said I am still experiencing residual AC chemo effects, which explains why I'm still a bit on the slightly queasy side- not bad enough to take anything for, but I can. Usually mints or gum are enough to solve it. The key is to keep drinking, move when I can, and rest when I need to.

In joyous news, which may or may not make sense depending on how you feel about your own job, I GOT TO GO BACK TO WORK! I spent a day this week with a kindergarten class and had to laugh at how much energy these small, cooped up people need to burn off. They haven't had outdoor recess for a good while and it doesn't look promising for next week, either. There were lots of breaks throughout the day for small "dance parties" and time to get wiggles out. A fold down trampoline was also a lifesaver, so to whoever invented those small ones: huge kudos and thanks! Most of them took complete advantage of their three minute turns. I find it hilarious that right now as I'm typing, Van Halen's "Jump" is playing on Pandora!

Anyway, we are all back to school and work and all the things like scraping yuck off our cars and trying to pry open frozen-shut doors. We took advantage of the freezing outside temps to defrost our freezer, leaving all our frozen food on the deck, where it got snowed on. We've brought in firewood to make things cozy and help reduce the strain on our furnace. It's really a shame that we can't ship the snow to the wildfires... 

I've been laughing and lamenting (because those are two sides of the same coin, I think) with my girlfriends about the hormonal changes we are all experiencing. My doc asked about how I was sleeping and I related how I'm too hot, then too cold, then too hot, repeat. She says a complete hysterectomy is in my future, not immediately, but this year sometime. Talk about feeling like Mrs. Potato Head. I'm losing parts like nobody's business! Dada laughs about my departments not communicating; clearly no way to physically feed a child yet the lady parts never received the memo. It's been six years; let's get it together, body! Sheesh. So there's that to look forward to, along with the accompanying hormone therapy. Most likely it'll be Tamoxifen again until the surgery and then Arimidex afterwards. My doc called it my "big girl meds" and cracked herself up. Yay, I've graduated to big girl meds and I'm not even fifty. Way to overachieve! 😄

She was pleased that Dada accompanied me this time and said he was among the elite of husbands. She reiterated how much my success depends on his support and we both talked him up a little. I think he liked it. Totally true, though. I married up.

She said that as the AC chemo works its way out, my energy should increase and I am seeing some of that already. She said by next month I should be feeling much better. I asked if the Taxol is cumulative as in "how crummy am I going to feel by the end of March" and she said that the only thing cumulative about it is the neuropathy, which so far, thank God, I'm not experiencing. She says that's because I'm young, but said she used ice baths for her feet and hands and a cold cap when she did her own chemo regimen (she had the same cancer I had the first time around, after I had it) so of course Dada was all in for me to be using ice. I told him I already had my compression socks on which I'd read helped and that I'm not sticking my feet in ice water for an hour when it is snowing outside and I'm already cold! I did hold a bag of ice for most of the hour of the Taxol drip, complaining a fair bit. He has pictures on his phone which I didn't get yet. Don't have to worry about the cold cap as I don't have any hair to rescue! Good thing, too, as I was wearing Grandmama's owl hat that Thing Three repeatedly stole when he was tiny... can't find that picture so I can ask "who wore it better?" I'll keep an eye out. He will win. 

I also showed her the dots on my head and hands that look like some of the moles I'd already had and asked if they were chemo related. She said, "you tan really well, don't you?" I answered yes and she told us that it's just pigment changes, chemo related indeed, and that her Black patients notice it as very evident on the palms of their hands. I'm pretty sure she said it will fade when treatment finishes, but as it isn't itchy or sore, it's not bothering me. Thing One made cracks about them being age spots cuz I'm old, heh!

It is to get even colder next week so be careful and safe out there, everyone. So much awful happening all around, so mind the reminder from the mother of the incredible Mr. Rogers: "look for the helpers. There will always be hard things happening, but there will always be helpers." Especially in this time of awful house fires both locally and in California, look around and see how you can help. Could be an excellently meaningful Valentine's gift to someone who already has everything. Yes, I know that is NEXT month, but those of us whose love language is NOT gifts need time to prepare ourselves. 

Take care, everybody!