I was sent home on Friday morning again, after a horrible week of IL-2.
Actually, I don’t remember much of the week…I begged let them drug me up pretty well because of the constant sickness. I remember seeing the boys and them having to leave because I was entering chill mode; I remember Shine bringing me a Slurpee like the awesome friend she is, and I remember my mom and brother coming. And then my mom and mil came and spent the night. Pretty sure I thought I was done for at that point.
Anyway, it sucked. I was able to get 6 more treatments, which made Dr. L happy. (Pretty sure I told him I didn’t like him very much at one point as well) and at the end of June I’ll have another PET scan to see what kind of progress was made (there had to have been some, because I’ll be damned if I went through that for nothing!) There are many variables that will determine what the next plan of action is, so in the meantime, I’m going to heal and rest and enjoy not being in the hospital.
It’s kind of hard to be home because I seem all …
IL-2 part two
Less Pink
I had my follow-up appointment with my surgeon today. (well, first I had a visit with another doctor and a med student, but he was pleasant and had a wicked cool accent – and he was young, so he was concerned for my modesty – HAHA!).
Anyway.. Dr. C. checked me out, asked how I was doing, poked and prodded - the usual. I don’t have many complaints – you know, aside from the numbness, tingling, electrical pulses, general pain that comes and goes – but they were more concerned with my scars. Oddly, they don’t bother me. The boys ask how my scars are here and there; they’re calming down and smoothing out as the days pass (the scars, not the boys, hehe).
Dr. C. really took his time to let me know that they would continue to fade and be less pink and more skin tone as time passes. Which is fine, don’t get me wrong, but scars have never bothered me. I have scars on my knees, my hands, assorted other places and they’ve never bothered me; these are no different, even though they are big. I’m much more bothered by the sudden breath-taking pain and electrical pulses running through my …
So done
Ok, I’m done with this stupid tube being in my leg…I’m done being stuck on this couch…I’m done wearing yoga pants and a bandana to cover my hair every day…I’m done with this whole cancer thing.
What’s that? I don’t have a choice on the cancer thing? Oh, alright. But I AM done with the rest.
Fingers crossed, tubey comes out tomorrow along with the remaining 4 staples. My drainage is almost at the right spot, but moreso, they don’t want to leave it in much longer time wise, so tomorrow we head to U of M Cancer Center again and hopefully leave some things behind.
I still have my MRI & CAT scans to do, but once those are done and checked out, I’m hoping for at least a few month reprieve from that part of Ann Arbor.
The numbness in my leg is getting better and I am definitely walking a lot better, with less of a limp.
Tomorrow I will find out my next steps in the process of taking care of myself. I want to be able to drive, to go on walks, to play with my Wii Fit and EA Active; I want to be able to clean the house …
