Last Thursday was the start of chemo week. Avastin was added to the mix. Another unknown, and as you all know by now, I am not a big fan if unknowns of this kind.

My brother and his wife left on Monday morning. My sister had come for the day on Sunday and left that same evening. I felt like I was on a natural high on Sunday. We even joked and laughed about my cancer. That was a a first and a very good sign. That people felt comfortable enough to laugh at this thing is way cool.

The last visit from my brother was followed by a huge emotional vacuum. This time was no different.  The high is followed by a very natural low. That was yesterday. The weakness of my voice is a dead giveaway.

Fo’ad drove me to the hospital for my CT-Scan. This is the first one since¬† the chemo treatments have started. The results should be telling. I am seeing the oncologist on Wednesday, so the wait is short for the results.

I had a pain in my ribcage last night right about where the liver is located. It went away by the morning and came back tonight with what appears to be a vengeance. I took a couple of Tylenol 1s. We will see if it helps. These things take about an hour to kick in.

My nurse Barb came for a visit this morning to see how I am doing. She will visit me every two weeks just to keep tabs on me. It was really nice seeing her. I somehow miss my nurses. You cannot help but want to get rid of them when they visit. Once they are gone, the story changes somewhat. It turns out the visits were nice and reassuring. Someone who looks at you and tells you how well you are doing and actually knows.

This has not been a good week so far. I went to see my supplier of bags and such, Faye. She is very sweet. We are looking at alternative brands. One of them has a locking bag. Makes sense considering my accident of the other night. We ordered samples. I went shopping for food after. Took some pictures.

Came home exhausted. It was not supposed to be this way. This is usually the first day of recovery where I show signs of strength, vim and vigor. Yet here I am totally exhausted and going to bed after I post this item. Not fair.

Tomorrow is a big day. I get to paint my picture of anger at the Art Therapy session. I already know what I am going to do. A no brainer when you have time to think. Just hope I can do my idea justice. You will see the results in the next couple of days.

And of course the oncologist.

Big day tomorrow

No chemo last week. I now have the pleasure f an extended good week. This makes up for the days H1N1 stole from me.

I went to the blood clinic as usual last Wednesday after the Art Therapy session. Devin had to be at work by 3:00. We decided to give the clinic a try. We wold leave if they were too busy. The process from parking the car, giving blood, and getting back to the car was 20 minutes. This included a chat with the lovely nurse who, it turns out, has breast cancer. We had a long conversation. Very cool.

She left the pin and tubes in my Porta-Cath, just like the previous time. This is truly the best way to give blood.

I picked up Janet at her office the next day and we made our way to the PMH Chem Daycare. As lovely a name for this activity as any. We asked whether there would be a delay or not. Time enough for us to get a cup of something and do whatever else. The gentleman behind the counter let us know that we had about an hour because my drugs were not ready yet.

We went to Starbucks and had coffee (Janet), and tea (me). Took our time, talked and had a great rest. Finally made our way back. A nurse was waiting for us. Turns out my blood cell counts were too low for chemo. More specifically, my white cell count was low. Something to do with my Neutrophil count being too low. No one seemed particularly alarmed in any way. Not a big deal. Happens all the time. Nothing to be done but wait for the count to go back up. Could happen any time. I have been given a reprieve until next week, which is this week since I am writing this on Monday morning.

The chemo schedule had to be changed since we are now out a week. My last session will take place on December 23. Merry Christmas.

The complications that arise from this move are interesting. For starters, I have to take these pills an hour before going in to get the chemo. It really is not a big deal. The pills are tiny. There are seven of them. The pharmacy releases the pills the week of the chemo. I cannot purchase all the pills I need for the remaining chemo sessions. I guess they feel I might overdose on them or something. I have now taken the pills that were due for this session, so we have to get a new prescription.

Next week is going to be a busy week. Seeing the oncologist, and the surgeon, and getting a CT-Scan done to review the State of the Union. The surgeon will probably give the go-ahead for the Avastin treatment. I have to read up on its side effects.

My brother is coming for a visit this Thursday. My sister is coming for the day on Sunday. All good. Looking forward to seeing my brother. He gets to see the baby bottle. I am looking forward to the visits. I think it will help cope with the treatment. I had very few issues last time, mostly tired. But having my family here will help. Specially if Fetneh bakes me a banana cream pie!

I am keeping busy. Driving a lot more. The weekend was very tiring. I don’t think I ate enough, in fact I know I did not. We went to Ginger’s to look at showers fixtures. All the showers we saw have these huge round plates that cover the wall and hold the spigot that turns the water on and off. The ones that have a small discreet plate, done tastefully and with respect to the rest of the room are in the $7000 price range. You read right. Don’t get me wrong, I love a shower as much as the next person, but $7,000 for a shower fixture?

We next went to Elte to look at furniture. Janet wants to ge rid of all our furniture and start over. Elte is huge. They have carpets and furniture. No appliances or anything. They are way too good to carry that sort of pedestrian stuff. We saw a couple of pieces we like. The first was perfect for our living room until you sat on the couch. It has to be the most uncomfortable $11,000 couch on the world. Almost as if they went out of their way to make it so. Not that we are about to shell that sort of money for a couch, but why so uncomfortable?

Cut a long story short, we got home around four, and I was pretty much done in. Took a nap. Made some rice for dinner. Sharon Singer came by for a visit. We had a great time. One thing you have to understand about me is that I talk very fast. I loved watching Sharon as she cocked her head to one side and concentrated really hard to understand what I was saying. My brother says I would have to repeat everything when I was a child because no one understood a word I was saying. So little has changed.

I am getting out more these days. Driving. I am going to see Steve this morning to fix three computers. We cannot afford to be without them, so they have to be fixed and returned right away. He is good about that sort of stuff. Looking forward to seeing him again. This is the best. Life returning to some semblance of normalcy. May sound boring to you, but it is heaven in my books.

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