From Where I Sit

Blessed be my Saints. My last treatment hit me hard.  Easter Sunday I was so tired and NOT hungry.  None of those big chocolate bunnies tempted me.  I consume NO excess calories from SUGAR.  No calories from ANY food for that matter. I kept up my nutrition with homemade bone broth from my niece St. Teresa and St. Sue Chris my daughter prepared for me veggie soup. My tummy still felt funny after a week so I went to my family doctor, Dr. St. Francesca and she prescribed the dreaded antibiotic which has made me feel 100% better. So much better that my energy level has returned along with my appetite. St Greg has proven that he can do everything!  He has shopped, researched good food for me, been a master chef in the kitchen, grown fresh vegetables in the garden and proven he can keep a good house.  He even cleans toilets. What a man! Now I'm sitting again in the chair. This time only for 30 minutes for the immunotherapy drug Avastin.  In and...

What was all the fuss about? It's been a good two weeks and now I'm beginning to wonder why I drug my feet so hard to accept this treatment.  I do have some side effects but nothing bad enough to keep me from having fun and enjoying life as it should be.  I was able to sail in 20+ wind on my new gear, enjoy watching my Granddaughter compete, chase a bird out of the house dying in laughter with Greg be an hour in the gym twice a week, ride my bike or walk the Beach everyday and enjoy our guests at Banana River Resort.  Life is pretty normal.   What was all the fuss about? Today is the day of big doses. I get all three.  Avastin, Doxil and Carboplatin.  This is my 3rd out of 6 cycles.  But....first they are giving me a good shot of steroids and anti nausea med just in case.  The steroids make me wordy and I'm waiting for that to happen....................... Ok. It happened.....here we go!!! Just a small prayer comes to my mind and ...

In an effort to bring some cheer to an otherwise dismal setting, Easter eggs and paper bunnies were hung from the ceiling by some caring chemo nurse.  It's pretty hard to liven up a sterile environment. My chemo nurses are all dressed in sterile gowns masks and gloves.  I call them my smiling killers. They are truly dressed to kill under the hanging decorations. Today is a short attack.  Only an hour.  I'm probably almost finished. So there is not much time to look around.  Mostly people are quiet.  Trying to sleep away the hours.  Today I only get one cocktail called Avastin.  No prednisone to make me jittery or wordy. My last few infusions were done in the same chair by the window with the most sunshine. This day they moved in a bed for some poor person unable to sit up.  I had to find a new window to sit by. There must be 40 chairs in here with may 10 people being infused.  Finding a spot was not hard. So, life goes on. ...