I have had the song, Sixteen
Candles Chemos, running through my head all week. My 16th, and final, round of chemo is today! When I get home there should be cake and champagne! Of course I won’t feel like partaking until sometime this weekend, but still.. it should be there. Naturally the only #16 candle I can find is pink (and very big.. sorry)
On the home and health front, these last few rounds have kicked my ass. Not enough to require any kind of medical intervention in between visits, just really exhausted. I feel like I am moving through thick mud most of the time. And my “achy joints” have morphed into some pretty severe bone pain at times. I have one finger on one hand that keeps blistering and peeling. It was the whole hand last week, steroid cream cleared up 4 digits, but the index finger is being difficult. It is also twice as big as it’s counterpart at the moment and on my surgical side. I’m hoping it’s not a sign of lymphadema, though I only had one lymph node removed. We’ll see.
On the blog front, I haven’t had a whole lot to say, but I’ve been reading the blogs I follow daily. I see a lot of writing “assignments” or challenges and lots of awards. I think it would be fun to participate and then I have nothing to say. Which is not like me at all. I’ll keep reading, though, and maybe inspiration will come.
Today I find out what comes next. I know I will be spending the better part of my summer vacationing in Chernobyl. Other than that, not sure when I see my surgeon to have the port removed or when I start Tamoxifen, what scans I have when, etc. etc. I have been kind of coasting along during chemo and as long as I am “doing something” I feel okay with this whole cancer business. Ending chemo feels like a milestone, but for some reason it’s also making me feel a little uneasy. My genetics appointment is coming up soon. I have very mixed feelings about that. Obviously, it’s important. On the other hand, I’m not ready to hear my whole treatment plan should have been different based on the results or my 20 something daughters have to start making tough decisions about their own future health. But, for them, my sister and cousins I will go.
While googling 16 Candles I saw this funny. For you Molly Ringwald fans