Maybe it’s in the paperwork, but reading it there is not nearly as memorable as when it actually happens. The little twinge of “I’ve got to go” to the “oh no, am I going to make it?” moves very suddenly. I thought only old ladies and babies had bladder control issues, but apparently this goes for chemo patients as well. Now I understand why the clinic has signs in every restroom stall, offering to provide help for those who have soiled their clothing. Fortunately it has never happened in public, and I have made it “just in time” … most of the time. While tempting, I drew the line at wearing Depends. I walked passed them in Walgreens yesterday, but kept on walking. For now, I will just sit closer and visit the restroom more frequently.
Texas Bluebonnets
In spite of this pesky little side effect, I am not sitting at home doing nothing. Six days have passed since my first FEC treatment, and I’m doing well. I felt so good over the weekend (and it was such a beautiful day) that I met up with some photographers to shoot the bluebonnets. The wildflower population was hindered by two freezes this year, but the Texas landscape is still very pretty. Elizabeth went along and we met some new friends.
1830s Living History Farm
We also visited a living history farm, set in the 1830s. Elizabeth loves this period, so it was a thrill for us both. As I looked at the technology they lacked in the early 1800s I was thankful I live in our day and time, where doctors know how to cure breast cancer. It would have been fun to live in that period, however! I was tired afterward, but it was a satisfying tired. I’m taking advantage of my energy while I can, and enjoying life! Cancer is not going to stop me from living life to the fullest (John 10:10).
So here’s what I am told the future holds…
According to the doctor, 7-10 days after each FEC treatment my platelets will drop. This means the probability of getting tired more easily, and being more susceptible to contracting illnesses. My daughter has been coughing, and she has a sore throat. So we have agreed to hug minimally over the next few days. That is a sacrifice for a girl who is high-touch. She loves our hugs, and so do I. I am not anticipating the worse, but looking forward to the next two FEC-free weeks.
Tomorrow consists of another echocardiogram to check the status of my heart, and my weekly dose of Herceptin. One needs a personal assistant just to keep up with all the appointments. I’m taking it one day at a time and for now I have energy and I’m feeling great.