The big news is the final chemo infusion is done over with!!!!!!!
When we saw that the little electronic pump that feeds the evil liquid into my veins was empty and that the drip infusion was done, we did a thumbs up and everyone in the bay who had been sharing stories were happy for me. I got tears in my eyes and didn’t even try to hide them with masculinity. It was emotional. I’m getting the tears back as I write this. What a trip that was—7 several hour chemical treatments sandwiched in with 35 radiation treatments.
ringing the bell at the end of my seven chemo sessions at Emory Winship Cancer Center, Atlanta
Then I rang the bell and, as Billy would of said, “They stand and ‘plauded'”
Now I only have 4 more radiation treatments. That will be a piece of cake. I look for some taste to return within the next month and to take 3 months to a year to return fully (according to the people in the chemo bay).
A man and his wife were telling their tales today in the chemo bay and it seems that they had both had bad cancer problems at the same time. He had a bone marrow thing and she had a problem with her spine. He said, “We would come in for treatment together–“I’d push her halfway in the wheel chair and then we would switch places.” That brings tears to my eyes even now. It was an emotional day. Sweetie drove, of course, as i told you, “Sweetie drives on chemo days”
My friend Randy Eidson will drive me tomorrow morning
. I guess sweetie and I will share the driving on Friday, and Bob Hicks will take care of the Monday detail. Sweetie wants to drive for my penultimate radiation treatment on april 2.
I’m looking to sleep late on April 3.
Maybe even until 6 or so.
My weight was down to 176. I’m sure it will go down a few more pounds before the chemo goes away, but my ideal weight is 170 and I had gained up to 185 before starting the treatments, so I think I will be just fine. I don’t want to be fat.
All in all, unless something unexpected happens, I have gotten out of this thing with effects much lighter than I expected. I have not used the feeding tube yet to everyone’s amazement and, you know me, I am stubborn enough to be bound and determined to not have to use it at all. If you didn’t know me pretty well you wouldn’t be getting this here letter.
I guess that’s all for now. The tumors have gone the way of the chemo treatments. Outa here. I can’t feel them any more and they were most prominent and growing a couple of months ago. My neck is red and burnt from the radiation, but that too shall pass. That reminds me, constipation is also a side effect but I’ve found a wonderful new item called Phillips Milk of Magnesia. (joke). It really works, just like when I was a kid.
I heard that I could mix it with vodka and have a Phillips screwdriver. Hehe, just had to leave you with that.
I love you, all of you