I tolerate chemo better than most. That being said, it’s kicked my ass again this weekend.
The Gemzar that’s dripped into my vein is a toxin. It says it right on the label.
Chemotherapy is expected to do bad things. That’s why the first step in my chemo treatment is a blood test to make sure I’ve recovered from my last session. Next comes steroids and other fun stuff to keep nausea down.
My chemo sessions themselves aren’t too bad. Once I’m attached all I feel is the passage of time. They put me in a lounge chair. I bring a tablet and headphones and listen to classical or 70s pop (not weird me). Once I close my eyes I fall asleep.
The bad stuff comes two days later. We’ve actually planned for this, scheduling my sessions for Thursdays and saving the weekend for the aftershock.
My Channel 8 New Haven friend, (now editing here in SoCal) Larry Fitzgerald, was visiting yesterday when my strength started to go. It was gradual. He left early and I went to right to bed. That’s where I was much of the next twenty hours.
I’m not sleepy anymore, but I’m still very weak. It’s most noticeable while walking. It’s as if I’ve got weights on. My legs aren’t going as far with each step. My knees aren’t coming up as high.
Judging by past experience full recovery comes later this evening or tomorrow morning. None of this is unexpected. Of my five sessions this is the third time it’s gotten to me.
After describing my post-chemo days to my oncologist, he said I tolerate it well. I don’t necessarily disagree. We’re looking for the last possible cancer cells. If this is the worst, I can take it.
Chemo again Thursday then a 3-4 week pause before radiation. Looks like I won’t run out of things to write about soon.