My goodness - what a difference a week can make.
Last Sunday, I was still full of worry and doubt about what was going to happen with my treatment. I felt pretty good, and was dreading feeling bad this week. Instead, I'm sitting here feeling pretty darn good today!
Since this new regimen consists of me receiving a smaller dose of Taxol every week instead of a big ole dose every three weeks, I haven't really had any nausea and very little fatigue. This weekend we have purchased a new RAV4 for me to drive, gotten Christmas decorations taken down and put away, I've gone to church, and out to eat for lunch, worked on laundry and helped eldest son re-organize his room.
I don't think I've had this active of a weekend since summer.
Of course, I didn't do all this by myself. The boys helped take the Christmas stuff down. Most of my contribution to re-organizing E's room consisted of me sitting in a chair and suggesting/directing. But I'm feeling good. I don't have the discomfort I've had around my torso the last few months. I'm not constantly tired. And praise Jesus Halleluah, I'm not nauseous. I'm able to eat normally.
I don't kid myself. I know that next weekend may be a different story once I get Avastin. But today, right now, I think I should be able to go to work tomorrow. I think that I won't miss but one day a week with this weekly chemo. I think I just might be able to have a greater quality of life.
Heck - I may be able to nag my children to do more chores if I'm feeling this good!
*gasp* Maybe I'll even get my house clean!
Pfft. Even if I don't. Even if all I do is manage to keep up with the laundry and the kids' schedule, I'll be happy. I'll take it one day at a time. I'll enjoy every minute of feeling practically normal. And I'll be grateful for it.
Now - if only that hair will grow back....