Deborah and meDeborah showed up last night on her way to Mexico. That’s her in the photo with me. She came bearing gifts – lots of interesting food and a new orchid. Old friend are the best friends. We had children roughly the same age in Port Townsend so we used to see a lot of each other. Deborah has been a great support to me throughout this ordeal, calling me up and cheering me on.
Yesterday was the last chemo. I could feel my head fogging up as all the chemicals were pumped into me. Howard was by my side the whole time which was great. I have two more weeks of watching for side effects, such as neutropenia, bowel inflammation, rectal fissures, and whatever else might show up, but then I start to be on the mend. I have my neulasta shot this afternoon, so hopefully it will stave off the neutropenia, but then again, I’ve had neutropenia even with neulasta before, and my neutrophils counts were pretty low going into this chemo round.
One of the mild annoyances of the past few days was injuring my ankle. I re-injured it again yesterday morning before chemo so I was hobbling around. When we got home, Howard suggested soaking it in alternating hot and cold, but I just look at him blankly, wondering how I would get the energy to get the buckets and fill them. Fortunately he took on that task. I did the requisite soaking (thirty seconds in ice water, 2 minutes in warm) for several rounds and it helped tremendously.
Supposedly I go back to work on April 1st. I’m hoping I’ll be able to do that, although I don’t know how much of a job I’ll have left at that point. I have jury duty on the 15th of April. Hopefully, I won’t get picked, I never do, but you never know. I do believe in doing jury duty. As Sylvia points out, if she were being prosecuted and was in need of a jury, she would prefer people like herself or me rather than someone who is just itching to get on a jury. Still, we never get picked. We’re always gone in the preemptory challenges. I’ve noticed that anyone with a glimmer of intelligence never makes it to the jury, at least in criminal cases.
Yesterday was the last chemo. I could feel my head fogging up as all the chemicals were pumped into me. Howard was by my side the whole time which was great. I have two more weeks of watching for side effects, such as neutropenia, bowel inflammation, rectal fissures, and whatever else might show up, but then I start to be on the mend. I have my neulasta shot this afternoon, so hopefully it will stave off the neutropenia, but then again, I’ve had neutropenia even with neulasta before, and my neutrophils counts were pretty low going into this chemo round.
One of the mild annoyances of the past few days was injuring my ankle. I re-injured it again yesterday morning before chemo so I was hobbling around. When we got home, Howard suggested soaking it in alternating hot and cold, but I just look at him blankly, wondering how I would get the energy to get the buckets and fill them. Fortunately he took on that task. I did the requisite soaking (thirty seconds in ice water, 2 minutes in warm) for several rounds and it helped tremendously.
Supposedly I go back to work on April 1st. I’m hoping I’ll be able to do that, although I don’t know how much of a job I’ll have left at that point. I have jury duty on the 15th of April. Hopefully, I won’t get picked, I never do, but you never know. I do believe in doing jury duty. As Sylvia points out, if she were being prosecuted and was in need of a jury, she would prefer people like herself or me rather than someone who is just itching to get on a jury. Still, we never get picked. We’re always gone in the preemptory challenges. I’ve noticed that anyone with a glimmer of intelligence never makes it to the jury, at least in criminal cases.
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