Final chemo?!?!
I turned up for my usual pre-chemo consult with Gary, my oncologist. He started off by mentioning my exploits after the last chemo, and then said “so no more chemo for you”. None? “None.” That’s it? “That’s it.” He said that because my reactions have gotten increasingly severe with each cycle, he cannot risk permanent neurological side effects. ¾ of my chemo cycle would just have to be enough for me.
I am numb. Somewhere deep down I’m upset and a little scared. You’d think I’d be happy about this because it means that I don’t have to endure 2 weeks of hell. This means no more self-injecting, no more bone pain, my energy levels can continue to increase, my hair should start to grow back at some point too. But I’m afraid that this leaves me more vulnerable to the cancer.
I’m going to really start focusing on getting myself physically ready for the gruelling radiation that’s about to start in a month or so. And I’m glad I made the appointment with the psycho-oncologist now too, as my anxiety levels are creeping up because of this.
I stopped in at day oncology and dropped off a kugel to Philippa, the head nurse. She seemed concerned that I was not going to finish my chemo, but excited to try the kugel.
So that’s that. No more chemo. I’m having a cuppa with Mum and the cats are cuddled up and happy that we’re home. Now I don’t know what my next step is. When you’re on chemo you live each day as it comes. I thought my next few weeks were going to be all chemoey. Now I’ve got no idea what I’m doing.
PS. Since writing this, Mum and I went shopping at DFO and promptly had a car accident so we're both all shaken up and today is officially a stupid, horrible, weird day and I'm terribly confused. Blegh.