Chemo--the saga continues

OK, so it wasn’t Jenn’s driving. After the first chemo, I drove with Jenn, Jane, and Adrienne out to DC to see Kerri. On the drive out, I didn’t do so good, but that doesn’t surprise me when I’m in a car that I’m not driving. [Haven’t I mentioned this scenario before?] In any case, last night after the second round of chemo, I felt some of the nauseousness that was there after the first round. It was totally bearable, and again, the oral meds they give do wonders.

I’m doing OK today—went to the OSU spring game, which in and of itself is a weird event. TONS of Buckeye fans swooped into the Shoe to watch Ohio State play themselves. Scarlet v. Gray, or Red v. White according to the head umpire. It’s just odd—who do you root for? In any case, it was a gorgeous day and the grass of the field was green. They expected 40,000 fans, they got almost 64,000. But I digress.

I spoke with Dr. Yadav (you may remember him as the poison doctor). He said that with the remaining treatments, I will likely see the fatigue increase, but not the nausea and vomiting. Good—I’ll take being tired over puking any day. And the 2 pieces of good news: my white blood cell count was back in the normal range, and the doc noted that the legendary lymph node was smaller. BAM, take that you cancer ridden life saver. Hm. I haven’t named it yet (recall the tumor is Fred). Nothing comes to mind now, so I’ll have to think on it.
In any case, I’m now half way through the rugged first half of treatment. In other words, I’m half way to the easier part. I’m just going to keep on keeping on in the mean while.