Taxol is easier

Ah, it’s a good week. I finally turned the corner sometime last Friday. By Saturday I was able to be up on my feet for the better part of the day, and it was the first day in 5 that I didn’t need a nap. Sure, I could have taken one, but I didn’t NEED it. And since then I have felt as close to normal as I can these days. I played softball last night, I moved some dirt around the yard and garden (with help) tonight. It feels good to be out and break a good sweat.

I’m getting a heart test tomorrow (the MUGA scan I had before I started chemo). They need to ensure that the epirubicin didn’t damage the heart so that I can receive the herceptin. Then the weekly blood test to see how the WBCs and RBCs are doing. I’m guessing the procrit helped the RBCs, but we’ll see.

I finally have started thinking about the next round of treatment. I couldn’t do it last week—it made me feel ill. Pretty amazing since none of the chemo has actually made me sick—to the fullest that one would think. But what I do feel is sort of like nausea…it’s just odd. In any case, since I’m out of the “bad week,” I can think about the future treatments with a little more ease. That’s a good thing—makes me think I can actually get through those 12 weeks. I’m still a little “nervous” as to how I’ll react to the taxol, but they say…