Chemo #5 is history. One more to go.
As usual, the worst part of the experience of Chemo #5 (this far) was staying up last night to take the Decadron and getting up at 5 AM to do it again this morning. So I am wiped out. H kindly took me to the Cancer Center and hung out until 11:30. That was great. I saw Dr. R, and was pronounced as doing "well". I learned that in addition to Dr. M - the gynocological oncologist - I'll be seeing Dr. R every 3 months for 2 years, and every 6 months for a year after that. I was relieved. I really like and trust her and although I think Dr. M is a good doctor, I'm not as comfortable with him. Dr. R spoke very highly of him, though, which made me more comfortable.
We set up my appointments for: Nulasta shot tomorrow, blood work next week, next chemo and same day before the chemo, next appointment with Dr. R or her PA, CT scan 2-3 weeks after that (ICK - although I did learn today that they have Mocha flavored barium drink, yum), first post-treatment follow up with Dr. R a week after that, and finally, appointment with new Primary Care Doctor, Dr. T, recommended by both Nurse E and Dr R. I figure it would be good to find a primary care doctor I actually like and can relate to and therefore might go to occasionally. My current PCP is okay; when I've seen him - a couple of time for pre-surgery check-ups, he's been nice and seemed thorough, but he is part of a VERY busy practice and I've never needed to go to him much and he doesn't seem very pro-active. All that's generally okay, but I thought I might like a fresh start. Dr. T is a woman doctor, too, so that may make me more comfortable, not sure.
I got home to find a sweet "thinking of you" package on my doorstep; a very healthy and interesting bamboo plant (and large--18 inches tall, with the trunk all twisted in interesting shapes) and - even better - a card from V with a couple of photos of her granddaughter, S, who at 2-1/2 is really adorable. I want to arrange a marriage with my grandson. Let's tie up the loose ends ASAP.
So tomorrow it's back to work. Very busy there with end of quarter deals. I am crossing my own - and ask all family and friend to likewise cross their - fingers, toes, etc. and pray or politely ask the universe or just generally hope the next 4-5 days of chemo side effects are not too bad. Selfish of me, but... I know I'll get through it. All I really hope is to see a difference between this post-chemo week and the last one when I was so sidelined by the cold.
The weather is beautiful. It was in the 60's today. I can't wait to get back to the park. I missed last weekend by going to Nashville - which was definitely worth it - but 2 weeks in early spring is a LONG time. I expect to see familiar friends of the botanical and wildlife families - bustin' out all over. At least buds, and those tiny very pale green curled leaves that start a tree's summer wardrobe. Perhaps the muskrat - I'm feeling pretty confident it was a muskrat. And, dare I write it here - will my heron be back?
Peace.
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