The lab work the chemo office does before I get my drip came out somewhat disappointing. The lab work shows the white blood cell count is very low and there continues to be some protein in my urine. Neither one is directly influenced by the tumor but by the treatments I've been receiving. The drip is perhaps damaging my kidneys somewhat - so I have to supply a twenty four hour urine sample. I don't want to divulge the gory details but I have to store my entire supply of urine from a twenty-four hout period in a chilled container. The other side effect is the pill I take could be driving my white blood cell count down so I am to cease that untill further notice.
All-in-all a little worrisome as I could get a devastating infection but I am taking antibiotics. Stopping the pill is one weapon out of two to fight the tumor. Of course I always have my ever reselient nature and my support network.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
A new (albeit delayed) beginning
I want to keep family, friends, and well-wishers more updated on the latest news on the ol' tumor. Which of course is a good thing. I'd much prefer to refer to the beast as old and decrepit rather than new and vibrant
On Wednesday June 22, I had an MRI exam. Jamie and I met with the neurosurgeon who said everything looks good - no new growth. This is the best we can expect from here on out. Later we met with my Chemo doctor who said the same thing. He was very pleased with the MRI and my progress. He has reduced the frequency of one the pills I have to take. Which I am greatly appreciative. It is the one I have to be very careful how I take it. Once I was careless and my dinner came to revisit me in the middle of the night.
I have to get my drip next week but that is less of a inconvenience than what most people imagine. Most people think of being horribly sick. I've never had a reaction. In fact I have managed to turn it to my advantage. The appointment can take quite a while so I apportion my day accordingly. I clock out with enough time to get a sandwich at a favorite local place, drive to the hospital, check in, read a magazine, wait for the Doc, wait to be punctured, start the drip, take a nap, and go home. One side benefit is I get to clock out early as there is not enough left in the day to get any work done if by some chance my drip would finish by 3:00.
This should be my routine for the forseable future.
On Wednesday June 22, I had an MRI exam. Jamie and I met with the neurosurgeon who said everything looks good - no new growth. This is the best we can expect from here on out. Later we met with my Chemo doctor who said the same thing. He was very pleased with the MRI and my progress. He has reduced the frequency of one the pills I have to take. Which I am greatly appreciative. It is the one I have to be very careful how I take it. Once I was careless and my dinner came to revisit me in the middle of the night.
I have to get my drip next week but that is less of a inconvenience than what most people imagine. Most people think of being horribly sick. I've never had a reaction. In fact I have managed to turn it to my advantage. The appointment can take quite a while so I apportion my day accordingly. I clock out with enough time to get a sandwich at a favorite local place, drive to the hospital, check in, read a magazine, wait for the Doc, wait to be punctured, start the drip, take a nap, and go home. One side benefit is I get to clock out early as there is not enough left in the day to get any work done if by some chance my drip would finish by 3:00.
This should be my routine for the forseable future.
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