|Today's treat: a visit from Liz. The valentine sun glasses were a gift from another visitor. But they complete Liz's look, don't you think?|
I'm nervous about the next chemo drug, Taxol, and it's unglamorous potential side effects (neuropathy, weight gain, diarrhea, muscle and bone pains, hot flashes, discoloration and even loss of fingernails. And then, when you're just about finished with the drug, loss of eyebrows and eyelashes.) On top of all that, there's the possibility of an allergic reaction with the first dose. One out of a hundred has it. It can be bad enough to kill you. But not for long, my oncologist has assured me. That kind of reaction is exceedingly rare and they keep a crash cart nearby and never have they ever lost anyone. Okay, okay, I'll try to keep it in perspective, but still. Yikes.
|Drinks a la my husband: banana-strawberry smoothie, and "green lemonade" (fresh juiced apple, lemon, celery, and spinach)|
I'm worried that I'm headed down the road of chemo-damaged veins causing many more painful unsuccessful sticks followed by a delay in treatment for the surgical implantation of a port catheter - a stint under the skin near my collarbone, leading directly into a major artery. Other chemo survivors tell me emphatically "get the port." It made things so much easier for them. But I'd rather opt out of another surgery if possible, as minor as it may be.
I just can't bring myself to want a port.
|Soup of the day, two days ago: my sister-in-law's black bean, plus zucchini and onion.|
On the bright side, most people feel less terrible on this next chemo drug. I hope I am one of them.