Our last chemo session was three weeks ago tomorrow, but we’re only now finally starting to come back from what was the final and roughest of our four courses of three-treatment regimes.
And the irony is, it’s only been in the last ten days or so that the hair has really been falling out, so much so that we’re essentially bald on top, whilst our moustache has lost about two-thirds of its volume, as you can see. . .
But, to borrow a phrase from a favorite film, The Dude abides.
Our of the last 12 days or so, we’ve only felt human on two days, but we finally have the anti-nausea regime down pat, and since the flow of toxic chemicals through our veins has ceased, we actually look forward to starting to recover some of our energy.
Hopefully we’ll get back to posting more regularly as well.
We learned something in our last oncologist visit visit: Most folks don’t finish their full chemo regimen. At some point, the body crashes under the assault and the treatments are stopped. We made it all the way through and the doc says that while me may feel like hell, we’re actually pretty strong. Nice to know, but it doesn’t really help when you’re wracked by the dry heaves, having thrown up everything, right down to the bile.
So bare as our cranium may be, we’re on the way back. Or so we’re told.
For previous entries in the saga, see here.