Life is never predictable. I thought I knew what to expect of the past couple weeks. I did 2 of the 3 chemo drugs back in early 2015 for breast cancer, and I did radiation just this May - so I should know what to expect and based on that I would be feeling pretty good by now.
Not exactly - of course I did radition of a different kind and then almost immediately did chemo. And my brain had lesions in it that were affecting my vision. And later in the 2 weeks found out I had an infection layered on top. So my mobility has been really limited - only walk with a cane and someone's arm, need help going to the washroom. I also became weaker overall and then had the normal chemo stuff - mouth sores that limited what I could eat, grey days etc. My vision issues (basically double vision) have not resolved so that added to the muddy mix and made reading and texting a challenge
The good news is I'm seeing some improvement in most areas. My eye is opening, I have moments of seing "one" of something, infection is resolving, strength building. I am hoping for a big recovery week so I'm ready for another round of chemo starting in a week.
Friday an "access" team will try to put either a port or pick line into my chest/neck or arm, depending on what they think. I'll be happy when that's done.
I had some bright points during the chemo/radiation storm - my cousins Brant and Shawn were in Calgary on their Western Canada tour ;) last Thursday and stopped by to see me. My mom's cousin Ellen was in Calgary this past weekend so we relived some of our July lake adventure.
So I was reminded you can't really predict what is going to happen. And patience is everything. And I am so grateful for everyone's love, messages, prayers, support. And we take for granted being able to get up, go to the washroom and eat what we want.
Tricia