It’s the tail end of a chemo week and I feel like poop and most of my time revolves around trying to poop and trying not to throw up and that’s just part of the cycle and nothing worth describing for the 1000th time. My lab numbers are all good except platelets, so no knife fights this week.
Oncology is pretty concerned about how bad my neuropathy is getting so we’re onto a treatment-by-treatment schedule. The goal is keeping me alive wihle also able to walk and safely use my hands. The fun part of this process is neuropathy is a delayed side-effect, and it *should* go away over the coming months, but we have to kind guess where the line we don’t want to cross is where it becomes permanent. Anyway, if you shake my hand in the coming years and it feels like a you’re grabbing a ziploc bag of skinned buffalo wings, that’s why.
My first non-baseline post-surgery scan is on Wednesday. We’ll see if I got any new lumps. Cross your whatnots!