I thought I would post right away, not knowing how I will feel later on when all this starts taking affect on me. Each chemo session seems to catch up with me earlier and earlier!
The oncologist seemed more than happy ---- ecstatic ---- would be the correct word, with how the "hole" where the tumor is located is progressing. "Excellent" was the word he used. So that made me really happy. In seeing how that was doing, he didn't seemed too concerned with my other whining complaints ---- like how I'm turning into a "salt lick"! I seem to be sooooo salty. My saliva, my lips, etc., is all like salt water. Even Buster seems to want to use my bald head as a salt lick!!!! All he said was, "If that's an invitation for ME to lick your head, you got another thought coming!" And dismissed that problem with, "Don't eat so much salt!"
The chemo went fine --- very boring 4 hours, really. Everyone around me getting their chemo seemed to fall asleep. Wish I could do that. But I was VERY irritated with a skinny rail of a woman across from me who did nothing but EAT the whole time we were there. First some kind of nutrition bar. Then someone came and brought her french fries, soup, a huge sandwich, etc., etc. Why is it that the skinny ones can eat so much, and I felt guilty sitting there eating my seedless grapes?????
In four hours time, you overhear a LOT of conversations, and sometimes it just makes you feel so sad for people. For instance, the nurse who called to arrange hospice care for one of the patients. You just know it's the end of the line, treatments didn't work, etc. I sat there and thanked the Lord that MY treatments seem to be doing what they are supposed to be doing at this time. But it does bring to the front of my thinking that someday. . . .it all might come back somewhere else, and I, too, will be making my end of life plans. But then again, don't we all face it sometime????? I wonder how these people can go through that without knowing for sure where they will spend eternity! The older I get, the more thankful I am for the solid, Bible-based teaching I've received down through the years. To know that in the moment of death, eternal life begins for me in the presence of my Lord. The peace that that thought brings is beyond description.
But I must say, it's the dying process that isn't the happiest to think about. And so I push that away A LOT!
Tomorrow I go back for that Neulasta shot, which is supposed to keep my blood count up and on track. Some say it is this shot that causes all the bad symptoms and sends you under the 18 wheeler for that week. I don't know ---- don't want to chance going without it to find out!
And so, here I begin my next 3 week journey of trying to find things that taste at least ok, sweating, peeing, and trying to find my bed. Poor Buster! He sits there with that look on his face that says, "Oh no, here we go again!" He does seem to understand when Mommy is under the weather.
One of the comments left for me mentioned a brand new blogger who is just starting her journey with breast cancer. I'm sure she could use all your prayers and encouragement, too. I looked at her pictures, and my heart just went out to her, knowing the road she will be travelling right behind me! Stacy's blog is located at:
Please give her your support and prayers!!!!
I keep forgetting to post my thank you list, so here we go:
68. Knowing that friends are praying for me, holding me up when I can't stand upright!
69. Good reports from the Dr.!
70. Cooler weather!
71. My sister who has been so faithful in going with me to all these treatments.
72. Wonderful, soothing, comforting music when my soul is in turmoil!
73. God meeting all my needs in the midst of trials!
74. Buster growing up, acting more mature, obeying more, becoming more loving!
75. Bringing my Sister-in-Law through surgery.
76. For all the beautiful cards and gifts I've received from people I can no longer call strangers!!