Catching up

Well I haven't posted since November which is what chemo will do to you. Let's see if I can catch you up quickly. I had 3 Taxol treatments which didn't make me nauseous but did cause bone pain which was no fun. Plus it turns out I can't handle narcotics very well so the pain meds made me sick. The doctor finally gave me a child's dose of pain meds and everything was better. So Kyle and I went in the week of Christmas for my last chemo ever and because of some side effects in my hands & feet we all decided to cancel the last treatment. Taxol can cause permanent nerve damage in your extremities and I was having numbness in my feet and also dropping things like my toothbrush, soap, etc. So the choice was to have the last Taxol and risk not having feeling in my fingers & toes for the rest of my life or not do the last treatment and hope all the cancer cells were obliterated by my 7 other chemo treatments.. Luckily for me my tumors responded so well to chemo that this was an easy decision for the doctor and Kyle and I agreed. I need my hands!

Kyle and I celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary (well if you count me making meatloaf at home & us giving the kids a bath as celebrating which we do). Gives the whole "In sickness and in health" vow new meaning this year...

My surgeries have been scheduled for January 25th which is great and terrifying all at the same time. It's 6 1/2 hours of surgery with three surgeons...nuts. But once it's over and I am recovered it's one more step through this cancer process. There will be some joy in knowing that by the afternoon of January 25th I will be "Cancer Free" for the first time in a long time. Some people celebrate that day for years so come. I am not sure how I feel about that but I will let you know when I get there.

So for now I have time when I am feeling better than I have in awhile to continue building up my strength, play with my family,sleep, go see Liza Minelli in concert (my anniversary gift from Kyle and even better he is going with me even though I am pretty sure he would rather cut off his arm! Love that man...he gets me), and try to see some friends who have been so good to us during this process. Here is to a month of living and not dwelling on the surgery or the aftermath.