Well, the chemo went pretty well the first time. And the cancer took a body blow - for
almost nine days the effects of the cancer went away. A good sign.
As far as side effects of chemo, the worst was the hiccaburps. That is where you
hiccup air in then burp it out - not exactly one of my more fetching qualities. We
finally got some medication to get them under control, but it was 24/7 for a while there.
If the Chinese had found how to cause this unique feature, they would have replaced
the water torture with it. Shoot, if we ever find Osama, we need to give him some of
these chemicals - after a few days he will be willing to give up ANYTHING he knows!!
I also got some leg aches, but Percoset helps them. And I had about 10% of my hair
turn gray, but it will brown up after this chemo is done.
All this beats the expected side affects of losing my hair and throwing up... (Talking to
uncle Ralph on the great white telephone...)
A constant before and after the chemo is night sweats. Really annoying. I figure that
after the four bone marrow draws, I can now empathize with childbirth, and with the
night sweats I can now empathize a bit with menopause... (EGAD!! I hope they aren't
secretly preparing me for a sex change operation!!!).
I am on 10 medications, all of which say "May make you drowsy." That, alone with the
huge metabolic activity of the cancer, and the effects of the chemo means that I go
through a lot of time where I have no energy at all. But I take advantage (or overdo,
as my family would say) of all the time that I DO have energy. That keeps me sane. I
am so used to being active that I have to do that.
I had my second chemo yesterday. I have a "port" in my upper left arm, hooked to a
tube that goes around my shoulder and down into an artery near my heart. So when
chemo time comes, they just plug in, and I sit there for several hours as the stuff drips
in. It is such an odd feeling knowing that for a few days I have all these poisons
floating around in me.
All in all, I am very positive, still have my dry sense of humor about it and life and
everything else, am thankful for the prayers that are going out all over the globe for
me, thanks to the Internet. The doctors say 60% chance, I say it is better than that,
and God can make it 100%.
More as time marches on
almost nine days the effects of the cancer went away. A good sign.
As far as side effects of chemo, the worst was the hiccaburps. That is where you
hiccup air in then burp it out - not exactly one of my more fetching qualities. We
finally got some medication to get them under control, but it was 24/7 for a while there.
If the Chinese had found how to cause this unique feature, they would have replaced
the water torture with it. Shoot, if we ever find Osama, we need to give him some of
these chemicals - after a few days he will be willing to give up ANYTHING he knows!!
I also got some leg aches, but Percoset helps them. And I had about 10% of my hair
turn gray, but it will brown up after this chemo is done.
All this beats the expected side affects of losing my hair and throwing up... (Talking to
uncle Ralph on the great white telephone...)
A constant before and after the chemo is night sweats. Really annoying. I figure that
after the four bone marrow draws, I can now empathize with childbirth, and with the
night sweats I can now empathize a bit with menopause... (EGAD!! I hope they aren't
secretly preparing me for a sex change operation!!!).
I am on 10 medications, all of which say "May make you drowsy." That, alone with the
huge metabolic activity of the cancer, and the effects of the chemo means that I go
through a lot of time where I have no energy at all. But I take advantage (or overdo,
as my family would say) of all the time that I DO have energy. That keeps me sane. I
am so used to being active that I have to do that.
I had my second chemo yesterday. I have a "port" in my upper left arm, hooked to a
tube that goes around my shoulder and down into an artery near my heart. So when
chemo time comes, they just plug in, and I sit there for several hours as the stuff drips
in. It is such an odd feeling knowing that for a few days I have all these poisons
floating around in me.
All in all, I am very positive, still have my dry sense of humor about it and life and
everything else, am thankful for the prayers that are going out all over the globe for
me, thanks to the Internet. The doctors say 60% chance, I say it is better than that,
and God can make it 100%.
More as time marches on
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Journal Two - Just Starting
