Well, now we know. Consecutive chemos knock me on my scrawny little butt.
I have just survived one of the two worst weeks of my life. After the chemo last Thursday, I felt pretty good until sometime Sunday when I realized that weakness was slowly creeping over me. The trend continued and by Tuesday, walking from my desk to the living room was as far as I could go without resting. Even though the outside temp was in the 80s, and inside was about 72, I was simply cold. fully dressed with a long sleeved thermal shirt, shoes and socks, I was cold. My body was no longer producing enough internal heat for anything like comfort. I was eating through whatever discomfort, but that was still not enough.
At the Oncologist's Tuesday, we quickly rescheduled this weeks chemo to give me at least another week to get my feet back under me as my weight is now down to 138.
Wednesday, we saw the pneumanologist who wants another MRI quickly to see what is going on.
Finally, last evening the trend broke ad I began to feel better again. We saw the radiologist this morning and he concurs with the MRI,
I am now on a medicine called Carafate which costs like sin and Medicare won't pay for. It is intended to help with the esophogel scarring and potential ulcers. It seems to be doing the trick, but it throws any scheduling of food or other medicines into a cocked hat. You can take neither food nor medicine for an hour before nor after the Carafate. You have to plan a schedule corefully and try to stay close to it or you find yourself not able to eat "dinner" until 8:00PM.
I have just survived one of the two worst weeks of my life. After the chemo last Thursday, I felt pretty good until sometime Sunday when I realized that weakness was slowly creeping over me. The trend continued and by Tuesday, walking from my desk to the living room was as far as I could go without resting. Even though the outside temp was in the 80s, and inside was about 72, I was simply cold. fully dressed with a long sleeved thermal shirt, shoes and socks, I was cold. My body was no longer producing enough internal heat for anything like comfort. I was eating through whatever discomfort, but that was still not enough.
At the Oncologist's Tuesday, we quickly rescheduled this weeks chemo to give me at least another week to get my feet back under me as my weight is now down to 138.
Wednesday, we saw the pneumanologist who wants another MRI quickly to see what is going on.
Finally, last evening the trend broke ad I began to feel better again. We saw the radiologist this morning and he concurs with the MRI,
I am now on a medicine called Carafate which costs like sin and Medicare won't pay for. It is intended to help with the esophogel scarring and potential ulcers. It seems to be doing the trick, but it throws any scheduling of food or other medicines into a cocked hat. You can take neither food nor medicine for an hour before nor after the Carafate. You have to plan a schedule corefully and try to stay close to it or you find yourself not able to eat "dinner" until 8:00PM.
