Here I am.

I am a bad blogger. I admit it. It's hard some days to sit at my computer though. This last recovery period left me completely exhausted. I'm pretty darn anemic, but not enough for a transfusion, thank goodness. Just enough to leave me tired. All. The. Time.

I did get a lovely Valentine Day gift from Prince Charming. FINALLY traded in the mini van on the car I've been wanting for a long time. A Subaru Baja. Now, I know it's a love it or hate it type car. And it confuses people as to what it is good for. And I love it. It's the Brat on steroids.

Today I got my second to last dose of Abraxane. Already my face is flushed bright red from the meds, and that should continue until tomorrow. Saturday the pain will set in, and I will spend my days on Percocet. Unfortunately the narcotics made me real sick last time, and the Zofran/Compazine didn't stop the vomiting. Blech. But this time I'll take them BEFORE I feel sick, and maybe that will help.

I also met my new oncologist today. She was okay. I likes my other one better, but he lives in California now, and that's a long commute. She's just going to follow his treatment plan anyways.

I can call radiology now to set up an appointment with the radiologist oncologist. I won't start the rads until I recover from my last chemo, but might as well the get ball rolling. My current onco really didn't ease my fears about the rads damaging my heart and lungs. I'll do the rads, but it really does concern me. It would suck to beat cancer just to walk in to heart disease. But, I'll push that worry into a small box and put it on the shelf for now.

So, I'll be down hard for a week. The pain lasted longer last time, so I don't have a lot of hope about this round being easier. I also feel like my fingertips are asleep, darn neuropathy. Makes typing a little less fun, and probably a lot more typos. I'll blog again when I can.

Only one more! 2 weeks from tomorrow. WHEW.