6/24/10
Two days after chemo #3. Not doing too bad. The first day after is way sucky and I can't sleep laying down that night. Major reflux no matter what I do. But for day #2 I'm in good shape. Other than the constant dry mouth. Might even take the weed wacker to the front lawn this afternoon. I'd mow it but the push mower is busted. Yeah I busted it last week. Stupid grab handles are plastic. Break the flimsy plastic handle and the mower don't work. Must've been a government idea.
I saw my one doctor for the last time. She graduated from the Fellows program and is now, as she put it, a grown up. She guarantees me her replacement is caught up with all her patients progress and will be a fine doctor. I am going to miss her though. She enters a room like a fairy. Kind of hard to explain, but I imagine people call her Tinkerbelle. The chief doc is pleased with how I look and my progress in general. Can't help feeling good about that.
I was pretty nervous last week. Just everything in general I suppose. Was popping the lorezapam daily. Mostly because I've been having pain in my shoulders for a year or more. And it no doubt was this lymphoma. So now I'm fighting stage 4 freaking cancer. Kinda flips me out y'know? I hate to admit that getting rear ended probably saved my life. But I still would be popping ibuprofen and sleeping with a coating of muscle rub every night.The accident prompted me to get that MRI. What a phone call that was the next day.Hearing the word Oncologist in relation to someplace you need to go is quite an experience. I still think the old crow should lose her license. She slammed on the gas in a parking lot and knocked me into an intersection. That's a danger to public safety kiddies. The trouble is she's FAR from the only roadway hazard around here.
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