They said it was unpredictable...
Before I started Taxol, they said it was unpredictable. They were right.
Friday (3 days ago), I had my second Taxol treatment. The first one went really well. The second one started out fine. I had a little nausea on the way to the car, but didn't even mention it to my friend, and the drive home was fine and I even ate supper. No problem. Saturday...attended birthday for friend's little girl. No problem. Sunday...attended church. No problem. Sunday afternoon: started getting cranky. Started having alternate bouts of sweating and being cold. Tired, took nap. Woke up, still cranky, still sweating, then cold. Monday morning: Woke up queasy, went to the bathroom, on the way back to bed, started seeing combination of white flashes, fell. If I truly passed out, it was only for a second, but I did have to figure out what part of the room I was in when I opened my eyes. The rest of the day, I slept, felt queasy when I got up, had one minor vomiting episode. Finally, about 9:30, I ate a little, took a pain pill for the joint pain (I was afraid I would lay awake hurting all night since I had slept all day, but I slept well). This morning: I am up, still having sweating episodes, and please don't talk to me about food...I am eating just a little, then I am done. Feeling well enough to sit and blog, but remember, this is my catharsis and I enjoy writing! I have a call into the nurse, just to touch base about the falling episode. I feel so badly for older people that fall...it was pretty traumatic.
Another call I am waiting for is from the eye doctor. Very long story made short: I had an unexpected visit to the eye doctor due to my glasses breaking, and he found a hemmorhage above my right optic nerve. He assumes it is from the chemo, but my oncologist is puzzled. She says one would expect bleeding only with low blood counts, and mine are rock solid.
Things I am grateful for: My husband and my husband's job. How would a single parent undergo treatment and care for her children? Mark was able to stay home yesterday, and entertained the girls all day. It was sweet listening to them play. They are going to think they have one, boring Mommy!
We got a call yesterday from Ellabeth's pediatrician's office, and her MRI (which was last Thursday--the day my glasses fell apart) came back normal! It is a wonderful thing to hear, especially when we heard the opposite 6 months ago.
There are lots of things and people I am grateful for, but the one I will mention here is my "back-up driver" and her husband who arranged their lives so that she could take me to treatment and he could stay with their kids--with a writing deadline, nonetheless. I had a great time with my friend...we talked about the amazing experience of watching our children grow; about pre-school ballet; and about various persons' faith stories and scriptures. I will share one of her scriptures in another blog.
Friday (3 days ago), I had my second Taxol treatment. The first one went really well. The second one started out fine. I had a little nausea on the way to the car, but didn't even mention it to my friend, and the drive home was fine and I even ate supper. No problem. Saturday...attended birthday for friend's little girl. No problem. Sunday...attended church. No problem. Sunday afternoon: started getting cranky. Started having alternate bouts of sweating and being cold. Tired, took nap. Woke up, still cranky, still sweating, then cold. Monday morning: Woke up queasy, went to the bathroom, on the way back to bed, started seeing combination of white flashes, fell. If I truly passed out, it was only for a second, but I did have to figure out what part of the room I was in when I opened my eyes. The rest of the day, I slept, felt queasy when I got up, had one minor vomiting episode. Finally, about 9:30, I ate a little, took a pain pill for the joint pain (I was afraid I would lay awake hurting all night since I had slept all day, but I slept well). This morning: I am up, still having sweating episodes, and please don't talk to me about food...I am eating just a little, then I am done. Feeling well enough to sit and blog, but remember, this is my catharsis and I enjoy writing! I have a call into the nurse, just to touch base about the falling episode. I feel so badly for older people that fall...it was pretty traumatic.
Another call I am waiting for is from the eye doctor. Very long story made short: I had an unexpected visit to the eye doctor due to my glasses breaking, and he found a hemmorhage above my right optic nerve. He assumes it is from the chemo, but my oncologist is puzzled. She says one would expect bleeding only with low blood counts, and mine are rock solid.
Things I am grateful for: My husband and my husband's job. How would a single parent undergo treatment and care for her children? Mark was able to stay home yesterday, and entertained the girls all day. It was sweet listening to them play. They are going to think they have one, boring Mommy!
We got a call yesterday from Ellabeth's pediatrician's office, and her MRI (which was last Thursday--the day my glasses fell apart) came back normal! It is a wonderful thing to hear, especially when we heard the opposite 6 months ago.
There are lots of things and people I am grateful for, but the one I will mention here is my "back-up driver" and her husband who arranged their lives so that she could take me to treatment and he could stay with their kids--with a writing deadline, nonetheless. I had a great time with my friend...we talked about the amazing experience of watching our children grow; about pre-school ballet; and about various persons' faith stories and scriptures. I will share one of her scriptures in another blog.
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