You didn't think I'd be sunshine and rainbows ALL the time, did you?? I've had some bad days. (Cue: Daniel Powter) Friday was my official first crap day. Here I was all excited I had finished my first full week of treatment. Yahoo! And then Friday afternoon I got this chill I just couldn't shake. Uh-oh. No good, Batman. Turns out my body was trying to tell me I had me a little infection. By the end of the day, I had crazy chills and body aches and a fever...and it was making me feel a little looney. To the ER I went!
You know what's fun? Sitting in the ER waiting room trying to figure out the correct way to write that you feel looney on your registration form....without looking...well...looney. No worries. I got through it. Luckily I had other symptoms haha.
So a few blood tests, an x-ray, and a good ol' cup full later, they were able to tell me I had an infection. They gave me some antibiotics and sent me on my way. Sounds too simple for an ER visit, right? I may have simplified. It was an ER visit so there was a lot of waiting and it took 3 or 4 hours. Also in that time I had to convince them I wasn't pregnant and that it was safe for me to have an x-ray. It's a golf ball size tumor, folks, not a fetus....but thanks for being concerned. Speaking of not being pregnant, one of the nurses at Roswell today reminded me (again) that I shouldn't be having "relations" right now. Yup. Thanks. Got it. No need to keep reminding me. I'm right on top of that, Rose.
So about that infection...I got a LOT of rest over the weekend and that helped a bit. It really knocked me on my ass. When I met with the first doctor this morning at Roswell, she said there was a possibility they'd hold off treatment today because of the infection. What? No No. When my oncologist came in he asked me how I felt and I just said fine. He said, "Really fine or are you just saying fine because you don't want us to hold up your treatment?". I mean, come on. You've known me for a month now, am I that easy to read?!? Guess so. Haha
I'm having another issue. It's called neuropathy. It basically feels like my fingers and toes are falling asleep. It's awesome, really, because who actually wants to be able to feel their toes 24 hours a day. Way overrated, right? I'm not a fan of this. At all. And it could get worse. Cool. Ugh.
So I ended up getting my treatment today. And I'm seeing a pattern. Pump Lesley full of chemicals and steroids....Lesley eats like a maniac. My wonderful aunts made me brownies. They're wonderful - (Both my aunts and the brownies). Those chocolate goodies won't live to see tomorrow. Yum!
Shout out to my Aunt Jean for being my pilot/aide/entertainment today. #support #amazingfamily #redshoesupport