Am emerging from a couple of foggy, foggy days. Monday was radiation, acupuncture, and this stunning view from my back porch. The plantar fasciitis is coming along slowly, thanks to aggressive home PT and all the kind suggestions from fellow sufferers. But by Monday afternoon I was dragging, and on Tuesday morning I woke up queasy, depleted, and decidedly sore-footed. After radiation, went up to get my blood drawn, and labs showed that I was dehydrated and low on magnesium, something you don't want to become, I assure you. So they popped in an IV and sat me down for a couple of hours for some fluids, magnesium, antinausea meds, and dexamethasone, my new best friend. Then I limped across the street to the dermatologist's to have the stitches removed from my biopsy, by which time I was reduced to tears. The good news is that the biopsy showed the rash was nothing more serious than inflamed hair follicles, and it's well on its way to disappearing. Inflamed hair follicles on my CHEST? What are hair follicles doing there?
More bad news is that I had to go into the hospital again today for 4 more hours of magnesium infusion. The good news is I feel a WHOLE lot better than yesterday. Appetite's fine, nausea's under control, and although I have to be on a bland diet for another couple of days, I should be AOK by Saturday or Sunday. They tell me I can reasonably expect more of the same, if not worse, after my next two chemos, so I guess the honeymoon's over. But for today, all's well that ends well. Speaking of which, I endedTuesday watching "Harold and Maude," thanks to Netflix. If you haven't seen it lately, I highly recommend it. That, too, reduced me to tears, but the good kind.
Gaetano has been a prince, his self-portrait notwithstanding. He has been here since Sunday, extraordinarily helpful, kind, and very, very funny. He was great kibitzing with the radiation therapist, bringing lunch when I was being re-magnesiumed, patiently waiting through hours of acupuncture, IV infusions, bureacratic snafus, cooking beautiful dinners, shopping, tidying up, knowing when to be quiet, and just what to say when he wasn't, and generally a joy to have around. Bless you, my prince!
3 comments:
well, sorry to hear about your not feeling so good--but you sound great now in your post so the magnesium seems to be working!!
here is a link to a story about doris lessing accepting the nobel prize--thought you would get a kick out of it.. and zim connections.. she grew up there, you know, and in her honor there is to be a huge donation of her books to zimbabwean schoolchildren in order to inspire them.... http://www.suntimes.com/entertainment/books/768053,nobel013008.article
feel good!! you are in the thick of it now--but soon it will all be over!! love, b
I'm so sorry you aren't feeling well with these treatments.
PS - Harold and Maude is one of my favorite movies.
Give Gaetano my best and thank him for me for 1. Setting the lights for "What's Happening, Baby Jesus?" and 2. taking good care of you. And not at all in that order.
Hang in there, V. Love--BK
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