February 23, 2019. Having a week off from treatment was the best thing that has happened in months. I almost feel like my old self…or at least the edges of what my old self felt like…and I like it.
I don’t feel quite as run down, although I do tire out easily. I actually felt like doing a few things around the house and I’ve cooked a couple of dinners. I got out of my bed-clothes and got dressed because I wanted to, not because I had an appointment or someone was coming by. I walked out to the box and got the mail a few times. The smell of clean, fresh country air was wonderful. Sometimes I’ll step out on the front deck for the pure joy of deeply breathing in that amazing air.
My biggest goal for this time off is to put on a few pounds. Earlier in the week I was a few pounds shy of 90. My target for Tuesday’s appointment is 92. Right now I’m sitting at 89.5. I’ve added a plant-based protein powder to my daily smoothies that is gluten-free, vegan, non-GMO, and 200 calories a serving. I’ve also been eating a lot of pistachios. So when you think of me, think fat. Envision me with a little extra padding on my bones. (Now that’s a request I bet you don’t get every day!)
Half-way there. Six down, six to go.
Here’s my schedule for Tuesday, February 26:
- 11:40a – Blood draw
- 12:30p – MRI
- 1:45p – Infusion #7
If everything goes as scheduled, we could be on the road before 5p and home by 8p.
One last thing, a simple yet heartfelt thank you. All the support through emails, cards, care packages, phone calls, word of mouth and texts after my last post was such good medicine. You really did help make me feel so much better. If genuine kindness, authentic caring and bona fide love could cure cancer…well, you know where I’m headed.
Optimist: Someone who figures that taking a step backward, after taking a step forward is not a disaster, it’s a cha-cha. —Robert Brault