I’ve been in a mental pit the last two weeks. There’s an episode of The Simpsons where they spoof the movie The Shining that best represents what I’m feeling both externally and internally where Marge approaches a typewriter that Homer’s been working on…
This week has been a long one for both my dad and me. He started his hormone treatment which was one single injection of hormone medication into his butt on Tuesday.
My parents and I arrived to Rochester on Sunday evening because I had an early start on Monday for the start of round 3. We checked into the hotel and they asked me what I wanted for dinner.
Lots of little things that were blog worthy have happened this week where I didn’t feel I could write an engaging blog post for if they were all separate.
Pretty much the first thing that anyone says after seeing me for the first time is “Hey you still have your eyebrows!” Not really sure why that’s the first thing that comes to their minds but yup, I still have them.
I don’t even know how to separate the days of the week anymore besides chemo days and non chemo days.
I don’t feel like blogging at all right now, which means that it’s probably the best time than any to blog.
As expected, I started feeling the symptoms of chemo on day 3. General fatigue and nausea set in when I woke up in the morning.
When we came to Rochester last Thursday to meet with my doctors, Dr. Wiisanen said that since my neutrophil count got to be so low and I had fevers, he recommends that I be put on a medication called Neulasta after I finish this week’s sprint of chemo therapy.
Since I had a long day ahead of me, Dad decided to drive us down to Mayo on Sunday afternoon so I could rest and be ready for round 2 day 1 of my chemo treatment.
