I spent last night at home, just me and the katz. A had helped me put the first coat of paint on the bedroom yesterday and this morning before my 8:00 walk with D, I put half of the second coat on. I managed to fill my day with putzing and being outside.  Now, with angel made lasagne in the oven, I’m ready to put my feet up and call my putzing complete. I love the color of the bedroom and was so happy to hear B’s reaction after he and E returned from cold camping.
At this point whatever was going on with my foot is much less, and after talking with my loving-angel-nurse-friend I feel better about the fact that it may not be Taxol induced. I’ve read that “Taxol toes” can occur even 1 year post infusion, so I’m not resting on my laurels, but each day that I’m not experiencing symptoms is ok with me.
Today my brother called to celebrate tomorrow being cycle 12 of 12. He asked if he was making a bigger deal out of it than it really was. I assured him that it is a big deal. Remember when the oncologist said that there would be 12 weeks of Taxol after surgery and thinking that 12 weeks was a heck of a long haul? And now here we are on the doorstep of #12. I’m excited for so many things. The last Benadryl. The last pre med that prevents my digestive system from doing its job. The last of a chemical that can burn my skin being put INTO my vein. I’m excited to meet my pal at the restaurant to celebrate after the infusion is over. I’m excited for every day after the 7th day because I will be the farthest away from chemotherapy that this bod has been in 3 months. I’m excited for my family at the THOUGHT that we’re that much closer to the end of treatments. I’m excited to have a Monday that I don’t go to the lab. I’m excited to put goodness into my body and not have anything take it away. I’m excited to plan a visit to visit my Mom whom I have not seen since December. I’m just excited to be able to plan something and feel relatively sure that I’ll feel “up to it”. I’m excited as we start talking about a real vacation this summer.
I know the treatment marathon is not over, but this is a big chunk.
B answered the phone, with his cold from cold camping, I guess he succeeded in “cold camping!”
The message was, “hurray!” In case he’s too sick to remember.
I’m leaving for Mexico, Thursday hasta March 31.
Hopefully, in the web cafes of my third world town, I will get on the blog and stay up to date.
Adios mi prima,
Consuelo