I had chemo on Thursday this week with Avastin, Abraxane, and Zometa, so that’s the most kinds of poison I get at one time. My red blood cell counts were holding steady, though lower than I’m used to, but the white cell count was down for the first time. That means I’m at increased risk for infection.
I was okay but tired on Friday, but starting Saturday it really slapped me down. Wow. We tried to take a day trip to the ocean but had to turn back partway there in part because I was just too tired to go on. Today I napped most of the day.
Anyway, keep praying I survive the chemo without any damage to various organs. They recently canceled an Avastin study because people were getting heart failure from it. My oncologist is looking into that, meanwhile we stay the course. There’s really no chemo precedent for the type of cancer in the locations I have it, and Avastin has shown promise so I don’t want to just toss it out until we have more information.
I’m getting on the schedule for various scans at the end of the month. The first will be the brain MRI and the next will be a CT of my torso. The goal of both is to see if the treatment so far has been effective and if the cancer is spreading.
Of course, I’m completely terrified by these scans. The cancer patient term for this is “scanxiety.” The last time I had to go in for scan results I couldn’t stop shaking and the news was all bad. So, I’m already starting to get depressed and terrified. I really don’t want to stay in that state for the next few weeks, so pray that I can remove myself from those thoughts and enjoy life.