Yesterday I was infused with my last dose of the chemotherapy toxins. Finishing--what a great feeling! I was reminded of finishing races in High School, when I ran the hurdles. You give it every thing you have and gut it out to reach the finish line.The next few days will still be challenging as the effects of the chemo take full effect. Last weekend was my worst for nausea, fatigue, and generally feeling like hell. The cancer fighting chemicals have a cumulative effect. Each day is unpredictable. While the side effects will increase for a few days, everyday now I will have less toxins in my body.
On April 7th, I will have a CT scan to determine if any of the tumor remains. If not, I will move to radiation therapy. Should some of the tumor remain, I may need more chemo. Keep your fingers crossed with me on that one. Following chemo, I will have a couple weeks off prior to radiation to allow my body to repair.
The sun is shining today in beautiful Kenwood. The irises are swelling; getting ready to bloom again. I am getting very anxious to get out and work in the yard. Next week that should become a reality. Gardening is one of the most enjoyable and relaxing things I do. One of the best ways to balance the barrage of daily stresses.
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I, too, am anxiously awaiting for the good news, when the doctor says no more cancer cells. It is hard for a mother to know her son
ReplyDeleteis going through such pain. Working in the yard will be so great to clear your head of some of the pain, dear son.
I will look forward to a visit soon. I dearly love you. Mom
I wish you wellness; V's poem made me cry. Your brave effort makes me cry. I actually don't cry easily.
ReplyDeleteI have 100's of daffodils blooming in the "courtyard" that I planted last fall; each hole required a pick to penetrate what passes for soil on this rocky ridge.I love every one of them.
I know you will feel better when you can get back into the garden. There's something about the air and soil when you're sweating in the sun and the tools are thrown all around you that makes it like no other place and state of mind.
I think of you both often. I know having your nose pressed to the glass and wanting to be outside is hell. I'll plant something for you tomorrow in my garden and keep you posted as you both grow stronger. Best thoughts: Harlene