half way? not quite.

The weeks after the last treatment went as expected with the Lily walk, school, and lots of special dinners and cuddling and sweet times with Morgan.

The trip to my oncologist went mostly as expected with one small bummer.  Nothing bad to say about the progress of things, it was just a scheduling/logistics issue really.  I had been so excited to have reached the halfway mark, but then he mentioned that I had 4 more chemo treatments scheduled.  4!?  I thought it was only 3?  Argh.  He explained that he wants me to have 6 full treatments with the new drug he added on for the second treatment.  Oh well, I’ve handled this much, what’s one more, right?

The one additional treatment isn’t too bad to face, but I have noticed my nails starting to hurt (like they did last time before they started decomposing, ewww.)  And my veins seem to be getting less poke friendly.  Those are the side effects that become worse with each visit, so for those, the one more is a bummer to face.  But the second drug is the one that seemed to be making a positive difference so I’ll smile, be calm, and carry on.

My 4th visit started out a bit rushed since I’d forgotten to get my bloodwork done the day before (those of you close to me know my struggles with memory and timeliness).  I decided to ask Morgan to visit me and bring a bagel sandwich or something for breakfast since I didn’t want to take any extra time at home before the appointment.  It was a bit odd.  We’d kept him out of that part of my treatment.  It seemed to be a way to keep things at home more normal and I was hesitant to break that.  But maybe this far into the game, it wouldn’t be a big deal.  He was willing and when he showed up for the hour long stay, things were just fine.  And isn’t it true that whatever experience you can get through together just makes you closer?  I’ll gladly take that

Next on the agenda…  a super sprint triathlon this coming Sunday.  200 m swim, 6 mile bike, 1.5 mile run.  Last time I did this race mid-chemo, I couldn’t run the whole thing.  And when I tried doing a mock race at the gym last weekend, I couldn’t then either.  And that was at the *end* of the 3 week cycle.  With this race being only 1 week into the cycle, I’m trying to tell myself to be happy with getting through even if I walk the whole thing.  Although I’m pretty sure I’ll still run what I can.  At least I’d better finish it running!

So send me good mojo Sunday morning and my next post will include the results.