…just three short weeks ago when I learned, with surprise, that I was going back on chemotherapy—they got me started that same day! I remember a few days later when was told that I wouldn’t be doing the “old” routine—one day of chemo then three weeks off—but a “new” routine—three weeks of chemo and then a week off. And I remember TODAY when I found out that I wouldn’t even be doing a ‘new’ routine, but a “newer” routine—no time off at all. I’ll be getting one day of chemo every week I’m on radiation. WTF???
I know, this goes contrary to what the Wikipedia articles on my “new” anti-cancer drugs stated, but what does a peer-reviewed dictionary article know?
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Just so you know how I’m feeling, I submitted an application for a temporary handicap permit. Becky had given me an application for permanent handicap permit, so I had to take it back and exchange it. Or maybe she knows something that I don’t?
But with only three weeks of radiation and expectations of it getting worse, I felt I had to do it. Folks take all the close parking spots in the cold snowy weather and that means that I have to walk long distances with my fatigue in the snow! They don't plow very well, at least not to support pedestrian traffic. And the arms get just as tired; I don’t know that I’d be able to hold myself up with a cane or walker.
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I also go the results of my latest INR, I'm back down to 1.4, just a little over the 1.2 max that is considered normal. So, I'm back up to 5 mg of rat poison a day! Edited: added 2/5/08 @8:50PM
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Just had a call from Nancy. While we were talking I said something about being stubborn like Shrek, and she laughed. Then she dared me to put my comment on the blog. So I will!!
I said that I was stubborn like Shrek being “big, green, and farts in mud puddles!” She laughed! And then she dared me! So There!
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I got home from chemo and radiation and was so tired I fell into bed. So I did get a nap this afternoon. And I think that I'm starting to get hungry, finally. We'll see what tomorrow brings.
Kunolunkwa y te quiero! BTW, I found out I’m helping a little!
"As a juror, I will exercise my 1000-year-old duty to arrive at a verdict, not just on the basis of the facts of a particular case, or instructions I am given, but through my power to reason, my knowledge of the Bill of Rights, and my individual conscience. When needful, I will judge the law itself." -L. Neil Smith
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Wow, that's an awesome article on the Oneida language. I know, big surprise, coming from the Anthropologist, but I really enjoyed it. I hope you're enjoying the books I sent. And no, it wasn't father's day, just wanted to try to cheer you ;-).
I'm trying to do my part: one word at a time. It's why I encourage the yonkers of my Hispanic friends to maintain the language of their culture. The idea of "Assimilate or die; resistance is futile" is BULLSHIT! Now or then!
I get atropine as side-effect-ameliorating drug for my chemo. I can't wear contacts that day because the atropine dries my body out, including my eyes. Your books, Amy, never fail to lubricate my eyes sufficiently that I could justify wearing my contacts and still try to read. It's just that I'd still have to wear reading glasses, so I don't bother putting my contacts in to read the books. And then, I might still not be able to read...
BTW, I addded a comment about my rat poison tests today to my post.
What about layers, do you also have layes?
Just like an onion! A big onion! Many, many layers! ;-P
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