Tomorrow
I have to be over at the VA in the morning to start my next round of fun. Since Bauer has changed the shuttle schedule, I don’t have quite the flexibility of before. Instead of 0915, the last one heads to the VA just after eight. Since I finished up the last remaining testing on Monday and had blood drawn then I can jump in with a bang (or something) as soon as I get there. That is probably ok considering I am facing several infusions plus liters of hydration. And non-excitement, boredom and a rapid decent into crabbiness.
Oh, doesn’t that sound like just so much fun?
Not. But since I’m not interested in joining the ranks of palliation, I’m going with the best presented alternative. Surgery, as in tumor de-bulking, still isn’t an option. Not that I am in love with surgeon’s or their trade mind you, I was just looking alternatives. I like the option of radiation even less. So here I am contemplating nausea, hair loss and at least a few days every three weeks of total disagreeable nastiness. Not the effects from the chemo directly, mind you, but my likely effect on the rest of the family. Prednisone is so not my friend. Unfortunately, it isn’t just in the line up as a blunter of side effects but as an active contributor to the program I can’t just skip it. Some people it makes depressed, others it turns into homicidal maniacs. Be glad I don’t do fire arms…..
I managed to run a few errands today, pretty much ignored the garage, knit for a while and made a bit more progress on the cross-stitch in-progress.
I’m thinking a good nights sleep tonight wouldn’t be a bad thing at all.
