This past Wednesday I had my third chemo infusion, followed by two days of wearing a chemo pump. Initially, it seemed like I was going to have nearly as easy a time with this infusion as I had with the first two. I was more tired than usual on Thursday, but otherwise seemed fine. I went immediately to bed when I got home from work and slept for a little more than two hours.
On Friday I got up feeling fine, but tired very easily and wound up needing a nap before going to the doctor at 3:00 to get the chemo pump taken off. As I waited at the doctor’s office, I kept telling myself it would only be a short while before I could go home and crawl back in bed. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as easy as that. The nurse who removed my pump noticed my throat/neck area looked very swollen and was palpitating. She called the nurse practitioner to take a look, who then called the doctor. The doctor was afraid I had a blood clot and immeidately sent me to Parkwest for an ultrasound. Fortunately, there was no blood clot. I’m not sure what caused the swelling, but I’m wondering if it had something to do with an inhaler I was using to try to help my breathing. Whatever the cause, I’m very grateful it wasn’t a blood clot.
I got home on Friday evening and went back to bed. Since then, I’ve done little except sleep. I’m thankful I’m not throwing up or suffering other severe illness, but I just don’t feel right. Extremely fatigued and very blah. I’m hoping that by continuing to rest I can shake off the worst of it in a day or two.
Now for the happy news. When I last posted, my platelet counts were so low there was a danger we would have to postpone treatment. The doctor said there was nothing I could do to raise the count, and that it was no surprise my platelets dropped considering how long I was on chemo before and the strong chemo I’m getting now. Many of you said you would pray for my counts. It worked! My platelet count went from 108 to 204! Hallelujah!
Also, on Wednesday I sat next to a lady who was very recently diagnosed and new to life with cancer. On my way to the treatment I had the nudge that told me to bring a book. When I gave her the book, she read only a little before breaking into tears. “You have no idea what this means to me,” she said. “I now know I’m right where I’m supposed to be.” I say it all the time, but it’s true. Helping others is one of the best things that has come from this ugly disease.
Also on Wednesday, I messed up my calendar and showed up for my appointment three hours early. I was able to use the extra time to have lunch with my good friend Lynne Oglesby, who I haven’t seen in ages. Sitting outside with a good friend enjoying laughter and catching up was the perfect preparation for another round of chemo. I’m so glad for my mistake!
On Friday, we were supposed to have gone to look at a golden doodle, which I wanted badly but David thought was a bad idea. Against his better judgment, David graciously gave in to my request. We planned to stop by the doctor’s office to get the pump removed and then go buy the dog. The dog sold before we got her; and, as it turns out, we couldn’t have gone to look at her anyway. I believe we we weren’t supposed to have this dog, but I’m still hoping for the right dog at the right time. (That would be a poodle mix that is about 2 years old and already house trained.)
Another thing I say a lot is, “Things work out,” which is also true. I plan to continue preparing for the worst, hoping for the best and handling whatever comes my way with as much grace as possible.
Thanks for continuing to care and pray.
Down but not out,