Five Down, One To Go

Well Wednesday I saw the oncologist and then got treatment number five. Had a really good talk, I am starting to ask questions not only what is happening now, but the after treatment life. Which I think is a good feeling for both Debi and I. He showed me the results of the Cat Scan and then asked me the oddest question? Did I shallow a paper clip or a piece of metal. He showed me on the scan where it was at. Bright, silver thing there in the scan in my abdomen. I didn’t know what it was either. So I sat in therapy for five and a half hours thinking about it and on the drive home I finally figured it out. About two weeks before the scan, I broke a back molar and didn’t realize it until I felt it with my tongue. It didn’t break off much and didn’t hurt at all. I thought I would have it taken care after all this other crap is over with. Well then I got the sores in my mouth and went to the dentist. The Hygienist mention that if it started to hurt the dentist could probably temporarily fit it with a filling. REALIZATION, my wife isn’t trying to poison me, because of the how much of a pain in the ass I have become. This was one of my weirder theories going through my Chemo injected brain. But I did have a metallic taste in my mouth, so I was wondering.

Ok what’s happening now? I am still having some nausea, but the cramps have pretty well have stopped. I am taking three times the normal amounts of laxatives. This doesn’t make for a very interesting day, because I still don’t have to use the bathroom very much. When I do it is volatile, but no cramps, no pain killers. So I want to go back to work next week. But I have been off so long this time; I have to see the company doctor. I hope to see him some time in the middle of the week.

Ok what’s happening after number six? Well it sounds kind of simple. Every three months I get blood work done and see him. Every six months I get another Cat scan. As long as there is no change then we have whipped this thing. But then I was talking to the nurse who was giving me my Chemo and she said that I will need to come back to the office every six weeks and get my port flushed out with saline as long as my body doesn’t reject the port. She has patients who have been doing this for ten or fifteen years. I am planning to for the record.