Today, I'm back in the saddle. Finally!My numbers were up, across the board. Everything from my white blood count to my neutrophils. My calcium was high, my red blood count remains a bit low. I saw my oncologist yesterday, and we talked about my experience last time. She can't change the Cytoxan dose, and there is just one more, but she lowered the Abraxane. Almost everyone agrees but me that it was the Abraxane, not the Cytoxan, that caused the crash and the misery.
Today, my nurse scolded me: "If you had such a rough time, you should have called! Maybe you needed hydration, and we can call for pain meds. Don't wait next time! Or go right to the ER," she said.
Hubby reminded me: I did call, and pretty much got a yawn. This might have been in part because it was Superbowl weekend. But OK; point taken. Don't suffer, bitch. I will, next time.
The Abraxane-only infusion was uneventful. We made some more progress on The Hobbit; we are almost through. And there's this comforting thought: JUST FOUR MORE!
Please let me know how you're doing.
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