The sensational sensation of touch

Nothing makes you appreciate something like the potential to lose it. Take the sensation of touch, for instance. The second chemo drug I was given – Taxol – has the potential effect of causing neuropathy, or nerve damage, in the hands and feet. I remember the night before my first Taxol treatment, I lay in bed and stroked my cat… Continue reading

Remember to bring a flashlight

Thursday, February 16, 2017, was my last chemo treatment. My doctors and nurses were really good at managing what they term the side effects of chemo (and what I call effects, because let’s call a spade a spade, everything that happens during chemo is an effect of chemo), but they have pretty much left me to my own devices to sort out… Continue reading

Taxol can be a sneaky bunk mate

Taxol has turned out to be a sneaky companion on this adventure. What started out as a mild, hazy muddle of weekly treatments with no real downside, or upside, or, well, sides at all, rapidly reached a sucker-punched state right around week nine, when my nurse informed me that my white blood count was getting too low and the next week… Continue reading

It takes a village

Another Thursday, another Taxol treatment. Only two more to go and then I’m done with chemo. It’s bittersweet, this drawing to a close of this chapter of my life. I will miss them, my village of people who welcome me into their fold on chemo day and make sure it is, well, as amazing as I make it out to… Continue reading

Baby, it’s cold outside

We are in a cold dip here in sunny Central Florida.  It is what passes for winter in the Sunshine State, delightful weather occasionally punctuated with cold spells of 50 degree days and 30 to 40 degree nights. When you are used to perpetual variations of warm weather, it can be a shock to the system. When your blood is limping through your… Continue reading

Food for Thought – Applesauce Cinnamon Craisin Bread

I never ate much bread before chemo. I’m not a sandwich gal and filling up on bread before a meal seemed pointless, but then came chemo, and the apparent side benefit of the excess production of stomach acid. It’s not intolerable, it’s just that a nice, warm piece of toast in the morning to sop all that up just makes a… Continue reading

More trouble with Taxol

The trouble with Taxol is that there isn’t a lot of trouble with Taxol, at least not for me. It has lulled me into a bizarre complacency, a “hey, this isn’t so bad” state of mind. As I drift smugly down my twelve-week Taxol river, I have suddenly stopped counting the bends in the stream, stopped ticking off the weeks until the… Continue reading

The trouble with Taxol

I am now in phase two of my chemo regimen, the Taxol phase. Twelve weeks of Taxol, once per week. Every Thursday to be exact. I have to say, I entered this phase with much angst and trepidation, but as is the case with most worry, it was time wasted. For one thing, the side effects are much less than in phase… Continue reading