Well! First chemo is May13th!
The "run-up" to this process could stun an ox. The possible side effects could kill it, and butcher it into one inch cubes.
Please pray to the deity/dieties of your choice that he, she, it or them, find no other CA cells anywhere else. 'Cause I'm only doing this ONCE.
At least the port insertion will be done under general anesthesia 'cause that thang scares the snot outta me.
So looks like an early BD present for me as chemo starts . WTF, man, we used to look forward to getting drugs!!!! Total 4 different medicines: mix n' match different combos all told for a year, but the most concentrated regime in the beginning, then tapering off to one last medicine in about six months & I'll keep taking it for another six.
Will start the radiation about Thanksgiving (if you call it that) and by my reckoning will be completely done almost a year to the day I found the tumor-- except for the one last drug, which goes to June 2014, but that will be like lukewarm soda after the rest of it.
Got the wig. Named her "Liza". Co-workers thinks she looks great, but I am not so certain they weren't just blowing glitter up my skirt. Liza will live in the closet until at least the 28th when my hairdresser will shave my head. ($10 dollars says my eyebrows fall out but I keep the mustache, LOL) But once MY hair goes, they can finesse the styling. Just demoralizing. But I know! I know! It's TEMPORARY.
Discussion was opened about anti-depressants. Those things are scary shit on their own, but when you start looking for tall, sturdy, horizontal tree limbs in your yard...they might be an option.
So, yay.
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