Thurs, 16 Feb 2006
My Dear Friends,
OK, let's see if this works. We've had trouble accessing the Internet lately.
Last week was rough. Had the three chemicals on Monday. Did too much on Wednesday ... physical therapy at 7AM, job inerview at 10AM, construction association luncheon at noon, followed by a trade show. That night, I drank too much water with my huge iron pill. Woke up four times that night to go to the bathroom!
Thursday was no fun. I was major nauseous and extremely tired. I dragged my sorry butt out to the hospital for my hip surgeon check-up. Thank God it was the fastest appointment in recent years. In and out in half an hour! Gave me a prescription for another month of P.T., which I agreed with.
Stopped to have lunch with Mark on the way home and nearly fell asleep in my chicken soup. He saw I looked like heck and volunteered to take the afternoon off, get the kids, etc so I could sleep. I did drive myself home from lunch and caught 40 winks in the driveway when I arrived.
Fortunately Friday was much better. The nausea finally went away.
On Saturday I went to that B.C. support group meeting. What a downer! Two of the women are having recurrences of their cancer (one in the kidney, the other in her lungs). I walked out of there feeling drained. That is not how a support group is supposed to make you feel. In the past couple years, I have become aware of energy drains like that and tried to avoid them. When I saw the old gentleman's sister on Monday, I told her how I felt, diplomatically of course. She said it's not usually like that and is encouraging me to come again. I don't know.
The main reason I had such a hard time at the support group was that the woman with the breast cancer in her lungs is a smoker. And she refuses to quit. Defiant to this day. Wants a guarantee from the docs that she'll live a long life if she stops smoking now. Since they cannot give her this guarantee, she says, she'll keep smoking. All the while crying she has cancer! Maybe it's not very Christian of me but I have zero tolerance for self-induced illness. I do feel bad for those who quit and get cancer anyway. That doesn't seem right. But this woman! How I wanted to stand up and yell across the table! But... it's none of my business.
That's about all that's new. My white cells were good this week. My hair continues to thin but isn't noticeable yet. My fingernails are a bummer. Brittle. Soon as they get a little length, they break. Oh well. If that's my biggest issue, I think I'm doing well.
All in all, I feel pretty good.
My next oncologist appointment is this coming Monday. She'll just ask how I feel. Haven't taken any tests lately so don't have to stress about any results!
Thank you for your continued prayers.
Love,
Jeanette
OK, let's see if this works. We've had trouble accessing the Internet lately.
Last week was rough. Had the three chemicals on Monday. Did too much on Wednesday ... physical therapy at 7AM, job inerview at 10AM, construction association luncheon at noon, followed by a trade show. That night, I drank too much water with my huge iron pill. Woke up four times that night to go to the bathroom!
Thursday was no fun. I was major nauseous and extremely tired. I dragged my sorry butt out to the hospital for my hip surgeon check-up. Thank God it was the fastest appointment in recent years. In and out in half an hour! Gave me a prescription for another month of P.T., which I agreed with.
Stopped to have lunch with Mark on the way home and nearly fell asleep in my chicken soup. He saw I looked like heck and volunteered to take the afternoon off, get the kids, etc so I could sleep. I did drive myself home from lunch and caught 40 winks in the driveway when I arrived.
Fortunately Friday was much better. The nausea finally went away.
On Saturday I went to that B.C. support group meeting. What a downer! Two of the women are having recurrences of their cancer (one in the kidney, the other in her lungs). I walked out of there feeling drained. That is not how a support group is supposed to make you feel. In the past couple years, I have become aware of energy drains like that and tried to avoid them. When I saw the old gentleman's sister on Monday, I told her how I felt, diplomatically of course. She said it's not usually like that and is encouraging me to come again. I don't know.
The main reason I had such a hard time at the support group was that the woman with the breast cancer in her lungs is a smoker. And she refuses to quit. Defiant to this day. Wants a guarantee from the docs that she'll live a long life if she stops smoking now. Since they cannot give her this guarantee, she says, she'll keep smoking. All the while crying she has cancer! Maybe it's not very Christian of me but I have zero tolerance for self-induced illness. I do feel bad for those who quit and get cancer anyway. That doesn't seem right. But this woman! How I wanted to stand up and yell across the table! But... it's none of my business.
That's about all that's new. My white cells were good this week. My hair continues to thin but isn't noticeable yet. My fingernails are a bummer. Brittle. Soon as they get a little length, they break. Oh well. If that's my biggest issue, I think I'm doing well.
All in all, I feel pretty good.
My next oncologist appointment is this coming Monday. She'll just ask how I feel. Haven't taken any tests lately so don't have to stress about any results!
Thank you for your continued prayers.
Love,
Jeanette
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