Ok, so I haven't blogged in a while. The truth is I lost my optimism! I know, I'm almost done and I got all bummed out finally. I talked to my doctor about it the other day, and he reminded me that at the very beginning of this I was offered an option of 2 drugs over 15 weeks or 3 drugs over 9 weeks and he pushed me to do the 3 drug option. One of the main reasons is that it's hard to maintain the stamina, both mentally and physically, over such a long period of time. People just get tired of the whole damn thing.
9 weeks is a long time to be going to the hospital, feeling crappy, having to have cancer and chemo be the primary topic of conversation with everyone and everything and just have it dominate your life. I certainly don't enjoy 'working' but you miss having a schedule and going to the office and interacting with people and being intellectually challenged. I've got better things to do with my time than sit around with a needle in my chest getting pumped full of poisonous drugs!
I'm so ready to be done with this. so I'm glad I am.
So here's how i'm feeling now. On Wednesday, the week prior to my last treatment (Monday next week).
My hands have started cramping terribly. I feel like a little old lady with arthrites. It's literally hard to hold a pen sometimes. I forgot this was a side effect, but it just caught up with me.
I've got terribly dry skin, I have to lotion constantly, but my hands and feet are still cracking.
I can't manage my poo. I'm either constipated or I take too many medications to fix it and am in the bathroom constantly. My blood pressure goes up and they give me a diaretic, then I pee constantly. I can't believe cancer treatment has to deal with gastrointestinal issues so much, but it does.
My stomach always hurts a little, and it's impossible to tell if eating or not eating or eating something different will fix it. I've tried every combination.
I've gained weight. so annoying. who gains weight on cancer?? But the steroids they gave me ramp up my appetite, and I haven't been exercising and i've put on 10lbs.
I'm bald as it gets, obviously.
I get strange heart palpitations randomly. My heart will just race, and it seems to have no relation to physical exertion.
I get hot flashes. like a menopausal woman. my face will just get red and i'll start to sweat.
I also feel slack, less muscular, less physical. I'm sure this is from weeks of not exercising. even though i've never been in amazing shape I have been very active the last many years, not exercising for weeks has really made me feel different and terrible. I miss making my body work and sweat and tired.
I've lost interest in pretty much... everything. It's strange. My brain just doesn't care about anything! I don't want to work on music, I don't care about the book i'm reading, there's no shows I can't wait to see and I can't dial up passion about my job. I'm just a little slack in the brain, just like my body.
The good news is that I know it will all come back. In just a few weeks. This poison that I needed to fight the cancer will be gone from my system about 2 weeks after my last treatment. And i can't wait. it's been a long time since I felt 'good' and in tune with my body, and that I can trust it to react the way it should or that i'm allowed to push it physically or that I can trust myself to be sharp witted when challenged mentally.
I think it's a combination of how long it's been and the drugs accumulating in my system so that at this point, 8.5 weeks into a 9 week treatment i'm at my worst. If that's the case then so be it, I think I managed to get through this better than many have had it. By my calendar, when September rolls around it's time for my comeback. and i'm ready.