Friday, 2/11 -- Leg mojo working.
I made it through the night without the aid of any pain medication. My legs did get sore at one point, however it was not enough to make me reach for the goofballs.
This is good news. It may have been the Procrit after all.
I will never let anyone inject me with that stuff again. I don't care what the benefits may be, the pain and mental strain is not worth it. There are other drugs that do the same thing and don't effect me like that.
I'm not out of the woods just yet though.
I'm still far too weak and tired. The chemo should have cleared out of my system enough that I should be relatively strong. My blood counts were strong. My calcium levels are normal. My appetite is strong. I'm well hydrated. I'm well rested. I can go on.
The point being, there is no good, easily explainable reason for me to be this weak.
It is something we have to watch.
All I want to do is go back to work and I can't even get dressed without getting winded.
Aaaaaarrrrggggghhhhhh! (not a pirate sound)
1 Comments:
About a week ago, I was watching a movie with my sophomores, and there was a scene in which they "bleed" a character. I grimaced thinking about how primitive medicine was in the 19th century. I really do believe future generations will regard current cancer treatment the same way! Thank you, Eric, for this blog and for keep us updated.
Continued good thoughts your way,
Candace
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