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Last chemo treatment was 30 MAY 09. That was a month ago. Give me 12 days after that to recover, sort of.
Let's see.
Update on coming off the chemo and the resulting problems of that.
1.) my appetite is coming back.
2.) I can certainly taste most things correctly.
3.) I'm really hungry at mealtime because food tastes good!
4.) the fingertips and toes are still pretty much numb, especially big toe on right foot
5.) still can't shower without someone in the room...when I close my eyes, I tend to fall
6.) can't walk for any distance, can't walk on uneven surfaces, like lawn or street
7.) head still stuffed up all the time. Got Flonase the other day, it helps.
8.) no clothes fit me
9.) the weight I lost must be all water because the fat is still there, hanging in a very ugly way
10.) still having problems concentrating and words don't come when I want them to
11.) improving on the reading stuff. I'm actually reading Charity's newest book, slowly.
12.) can't hold things very well, can't pull on things
13.) stomach problems
14.) urinary problems...every two hours? Is that really necessary? Every hour at night?
15.) can't remember my dreams
16.) only have to take pills I usually take, no cancer stuff
17.) I have gotten out more
18.) No patience left in my entire body, must have gotten peed out
19.) nose and ears still working overly well
20.) hair approximately 1/2 inch long
I think that's about it. My face is wrinkled far beyond what it had been 7 months ago. My body is wrong. My skin is wrong. I can't use a pen but I can use a keyboard, which is okay except when I need to sign things like checks and cards. My name is as distorted that way as my person.
And I keep thinking that if I had back my hair, I'd be in better shape. Like a female version of Samson. Lose the hair, lose the strength. In my case, it isn't so much physical strength as mental, because, let's face it, I've always been more mental than that other thing....
That's me.
Extremely mental.
Let's see.
Update on coming off the chemo and the resulting problems of that.
1.) my appetite is coming back.
2.) I can certainly taste most things correctly.
3.) I'm really hungry at mealtime because food tastes good!
4.) the fingertips and toes are still pretty much numb, especially big toe on right foot
5.) still can't shower without someone in the room...when I close my eyes, I tend to fall
6.) can't walk for any distance, can't walk on uneven surfaces, like lawn or street
7.) head still stuffed up all the time. Got Flonase the other day, it helps.
8.) no clothes fit me
9.) the weight I lost must be all water because the fat is still there, hanging in a very ugly way
10.) still having problems concentrating and words don't come when I want them to
11.) improving on the reading stuff. I'm actually reading Charity's newest book, slowly.
12.) can't hold things very well, can't pull on things
13.) stomach problems
14.) urinary problems...every two hours? Is that really necessary? Every hour at night?
15.) can't remember my dreams
16.) only have to take pills I usually take, no cancer stuff
17.) I have gotten out more
18.) No patience left in my entire body, must have gotten peed out
19.) nose and ears still working overly well
20.) hair approximately 1/2 inch long
I think that's about it. My face is wrinkled far beyond what it had been 7 months ago. My body is wrong. My skin is wrong. I can't use a pen but I can use a keyboard, which is okay except when I need to sign things like checks and cards. My name is as distorted that way as my person.
And I keep thinking that if I had back my hair, I'd be in better shape. Like a female version of Samson. Lose the hair, lose the strength. In my case, it isn't so much physical strength as mental, because, let's face it, I've always been more mental than that other thing....
That's me.
Extremely mental.
That is a special kind of hell, peeing every hour at night! :(
I'm for some more stuff getting checked off of this list, yeah? *hugs, hugs, and more hugs for Peach*
I read in the online local newspaper that someone died of swing flu in the next county. Now I'm hesitant to go out more in public...like to a store...where I can't control who is walking around, breathing the same air as I do, spreading germs willy nilly.
Paranoia!
This is so pathetic!
Go Irene!!
Hugs,
Cris Anson