Chemo Treatment Number 7

I must admit I was quite nervous going to the Oncology Dr. yesterday because I was fearful that my white counts were not going to be back up (feeling extremely fatigued) to where they were needed.

The routine is weight, vitals and then finger stick before going in to see the dr. I had lost the 2 pounds I had gained back and I was surprised with that news after eating almost an entire box of candy my sister Joanne had sent to me.

Temp was good, bp was good. Finger stick showed the white count was up, but because I wasn't bleeding enough from the stick, the platelet count was off. She decided to go in through the vein in the left arm to get a full tube. Once she did that, it showed they were ok.

Onto the room for questions and answers from dr. and exam. I felt even more nervous when the PA came in without her computer. I was thinking the worst that she was gonna tell me it was a no go. She asked how I had been and we determined there was a "non" hormone medicine (my breast cancer is hormone positive- meaning it can grow from taking hormones) I could take to control my body hot flashes. These have been severe over the past two weeks. It is a big deterant to getting restful sleep having to take the covers off and on alllll night long.

She then consulted with Dr. Murphy and he determined I should have my chemo dose changed up a little to avoid my having to get a shot the following day to combat the white count dropping.

The ward where they administer the chemo was FULL. Although my appt was at 9:15, we never got to leave there till after 12:30.

I was unable to rest as I had hoped once I got home due to the steriods. Nick fixed leftovers for supper but as soon as I had finished I knew I was in trouble. I pretty much spent several hours on the bathroom floor. Chemo and salad DO NOT MIX. This is what happened to me after my first round of the Taxotere so I will know now what not to do even though I feel hungry with my next treatment.

I had to laugh because in the middle of me laying on the bathroom floor, Renny, my rag-doll cat, came and laid next to me for quite a while. It was as if he knew his mom was sick.

Except for one run to the bathroom in the middle of the night, I slept pretty well and am taking it SLOW today. Very SLOW. One more treatment down, one more treatment to go.