I’m no Poster Child

When I had my first knee replacement, my surgeon called me his poster child. I walked out of the hospital unaided, did everything my physical therapist told me to do, and was cycling hundreds of miles within months. Same thing with knee number two. So I just knew I was going to kick chemo’s ass. Unfortunately, it was my ass that got kicked. On Thursday and Friday, after Tuesday’s first chemo, I was nauseated, exhausted, achy and feeling defeated. I had an acupuncture session on Thursday, and I think it helped a bit— enough that I could get down a cup of chicken noodle soup. And on top of everything else I have a killer earache that is likely coming from a tooth. Today, I wasted no time and took an anti-nausea drug first thing. And I ate oatmeal and drank a cup of black tea. Coffee does not appeal to me right now, but it usually doesn’t when I don’t feel well, so no longing looks at my over the top coffee makers. I promise you— I will be back! The caffeine in the tea seems to have perked me up a bit, and I think I will go have another. Next week’s chemo is only one drug, rather than three, so my hope is I will get through it a bit more easily. Attitude is so important, I know. Feeling somewhat better today helps, and my hope is tomorrow I will be ready to go out. Maybe some avoglemono soup at Samos. So for now I might not be on the poster, but I will do everything I can to kick butt. Just not mine.

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  1. Helen SzablyaFebruary 3, 2018 at 1:45 PM

    You are kicking ass!!! Keep on kicking!!

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  2. UnknownFebruary 4, 2018 at 1:24 PM

    I am so glad you are blogging this, Carol! It gives me a way to participate with you in this journey. As you know, I am NOT a phone person, but I love to read and I am a prolific typist. I'm delighted you have met someone who hasn't had a recurrence of ovarian cancer for 13 years. That is the best news! So hopeful and tells us what's possible. I'm also delighted you have John Hopkins and Dr. T. I know someone who had ovarian cancer 10 years ago and is still here. I haven't seen her, but friends have. Chemo can be miserable, but generally just for a few days at a time. I hope the next infusion, with only one drug, will be much easier on you. It's hard for me to imagine that you don't want coffee! I have been thinking about you daily, and I'm so glad to have this avenue to communicate.

    This is the first time I have been on blogspot, and I don't know how to sign in. Hoping you'll be able to read this . . .

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    1. UnknownFebruary 4, 2018 at 1:25 PM

      Ah! I saw what was necessary to be identified!

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