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Better and Worse

Today is so much better for me mentally, yet so much worse for me physically. I'm back to feeling confident and good about where I am with my diagnosis and treatment.. and even with my imperfect body.

Yet the Taxol has once again made it's presence known in my joints. I keep thinking of the movie "Misery," even though I know it was his ankles that were hobbled. My knees feel like Kathy Bates had a go at them for sure. At least I know that by Saturday I'll be back to "normal" for another week though...

Even though the Taxol really does a number on my joints, I still think the Neupogen is the worst part of these rounds. The injections burn for a few hours afterwards, they bruise immediately, and leave me with random swelling. I've been hanging out on the Lazy Boy all evening rotating the heating pad from knees, to hips, to belly. Seriously, I'm so ready for the nursing home.....

This week has been less than stellar in our house. Between my having chemo and Matt having the flu, we are quite the pair. But thankfully it looks like we'll all be heading into the weekend on the mend..

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  1. MamaMay 20, 2011 at 7:35 AM

    Not much longer now - just 2 more infustions. I know it's hard but just keep going, the end is so very near. Radiation will be a piece of cake after this. This will all be a memory someday real soon - one you can look back on and say "I'm a Survivor" - a real one! I'm going to pass you my "Survivor Hat" when it's all done. Love Mama

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