I saw my Oncologist on the Monday before chemo. It’s funny, my blood draw was at 1:30 but I wasn’t seeing her until 5 and it seemed pointless to go home so I drove over to Target. I was walking around like I love to do and I got really, really tired. Really, really fast. And my hips started to hurt and then my back started to hurt and then I needed to sit down. I bought some dresses and clothing and I picked up some Advil. I feel like an old lady but my brain feels like me. The disconnect is disconcerting.
So I got to my car, downed the Advil and drove to a coffee shop where I ordered a double shot Americano and a raspberry crumble and I sat down with a book and read and ate and sipped coffee for a long time until it was time to visit my oncologist.
I like my oncologist. I’m not sure how she feels about me but considering the fact that she is trying to save my life, I guess we don’t need to be bosom friends. And anyway, I always care too much about what people think of me and a long time ago, back when i was still in my twenties someone told me that by the time a person reaches forty, they don’t care what people think of them. “Well then, I can not wait to be forty.” i exclaimed.
I’ve been waiting and now I am forty one and I still care what people think of me. Darnit.
I think we may have had our first disagreement.
My Plastic Surgeon has been on vacation so I have been getting my fills done by his Physicians Assistant whom I really like. Yep, I’m still getting fills. What’s a fill?
After my mastectomy, the plastic surgeon came in and put in tissue expanders in my chest under the muscle of my chest wall. At the time of surgery, he filled them each with 100 cc’s of saline. Those 100 cc’s didn’t do much. I emerged from surgery with the very flat chest of a ten year old girl. Ever since, I have gone in regularly for fills. There is a dock in the tissue expander that they find with a magnet. They insert a syringe of saline and blow me up in small increments. Eventually, I will have a second surgery in which the tissue expanders will be removed and silicone implants will be put in. I hear the implants are much more comfortable than the tissue expanders. I hope so. Unfortunately, I have to wait six months after radiation to do the exchange. So for now I’m stuck with fairly nice looking rock hard Foobs aka Fake boobs.
And when I say rock hard, I mean it. It’s embarrassing giving people hugs. As in “Oops sorry you got poked in the chest by my foobs!” Yikes.
So there is a little problem with the expanders and that is the unforseen lymph node involvement and the fact that I need radiation. One of my foobs could fail during radiation, in fact, I was told that there is a 30% chance it can fail. But I was also told that the clinic I use has a much higher success rate and to stay in Palo Alto and not go to the satellites.
So guess what happens?
My oncologist recommend that for my convenience, I use a satellite office that is closer to my house. But I don’t want to and I tell her so. But she explains that the doctor she wants me to see is from the main clinic and just moved over. But I still want to stay at the main clinic.
I went in for my neulasta shot and while I was there, I made an appointment with the head of the department whom I have heard good things about. I even made a friend yesterday in chemo who had radiation with a tissue expander with that specific doctor and it was a success!
And BTW, yea for me! I made a friend at chemo! It’s not as easy as you think it would be. People tend to keep to themselves, can you blame them?
I got home and about twenty minutes later I got a phone call…from my oncologist. She was questioning why I was using this other doctor. I explained that I just wanted to stay with the main place and that I felt more comfortable there. And then the people pleaser in me apologized. I apologized! Of course she said I didn’t need to apologize. But you know me, I still felt badly for going against her recommendation. She already thinks I’m a weirdo. Oh well.
Anyway, it’s just a consult. I could decide I don’t like the guy and check out the one she recommended.
Needless to say, my husband is a bit exasperated with me. He thinks I should follow the doctor’s recommendation. I just think I need to cover all my bases using the information I have. I mean, they are my fake breasts. I really want them to be successful, you know!
Because if it fails, it means more complicated surgeries and a lot more pain and I am already feeling like the walking wounded over here.
One good thing that happened on my visit with my oncologist (whom BTW I adore and respect and would recommend to anyone going through this) is that when I told about the lobster pinches, she recommended I take my old friend gaba pentin. I had to take it after my surgery because for three weeks, the back of my right shoulder felt like it was on fire. So I was given this stuff and it worked great. And then when my shoulder stopped hurting, I stopped taking it cold turkey because no one told me to do it otherwise and that was very bad. I cried for like four days straight. Cried for hours, inconsolable. We didn’t know what the heck was going on. My husband was worried. And then we figured out it was the going cold turkey from the drug. Never doing that again.
So hopefully, this stuff will keep the lobster pinches away.
I really like taking gaba pentin so far. It makes me chatty and happy and sleepy. But this time around the pharmacist gave my husband a sheet saying that it could turn me suicidal. (WHAT?!!! I don’t think so. I haven’t come this far just to off myself now!) And she admonished him to keep an eye on me. Uh oh. Well, for now I do not feel suicidal at all. Just happy and chatty and fairly loosey goosey. And for the first time in weeks, my right arm isn’t hurting, so that’s a good thing too.
All of this is not easy. And I do not enjoy being a patient. I found out the reason I got so tired walking around Target is because my red blood cell count is officially low and that means I’m going to be a slow mover until they come back up. My hemoglobin has crossed the threshold to low too. Personally, I’m glad to know there is a reason for all this fatigue and that I’m not just lazy. Some days it is hard to move. So I lounge a lot which is ok because I like to lounge but then I feel guilty. Well I’m not feeling guilty anymore.
I put on my pajamas and am in full lounge mode. And I am very ok with that.
Only two more chemo sessions to go and then I get to ring a bell and get the heck out of there. Hopefully forever!
ETA: Man! This is a long post! I told you that drug made me chatty!