Weight = 226 lbs.
So, net loss of 6 lbs over about a month. Right where I think I should be. I must say, that though this is a second Monday and we start the slow recovery until the next poisoning, I thought I would have more appetite and food would taste better. Don't get me wrong: it tastes pretty good and I think I am eating normal amounts; it just doesn't have that return-from-starvation feel the end of the first cycle did.
Still dealing with vicious constipation. Prunes clearly aren't sufficient during chemo week. But some otc remedies help and I have been using some the last couple days to get started again. I really don't want my bod to get dependent on those things. If it works as last cycle, it shouldn't be a problem for the next couple weeks, in just a couple more days.
Shaved the remaining facial whiskers yesterday. Probably time for another photo soon. Remaining (marginal) hair on head and elsewhere seems to be holding on. Perhaps, as yet, I haven't been poisoned enough?
My trumpet playing is really not good. It seems to start off well and then, quickly, the chops tighten up. I am lucky to get a half hour, and then only with reduced range. I am trying to go very slowly and stay within what I am given.
Had another one of those REM dreams yesterday that really freaked me out. Clearly this is the Velcade which must cross the blood/brain barrier in some form or other. Also getting a little finger tingling, but not much, really just during sleep. One of Velcade's side effects is peripheral neuropathy, and I don't want to go there.
We have looked after the Doodle of some good friends this weekend. He is a dear dog and we fell immediately back into doing what everyone does for their dogs. But....they are a burden and in my current state--let alone fully healthy at 73 anos--I still don't think I want to go down that trail again. He is here right now insisting on some love, which. of course, he gets. Otherwise, what's life about?
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