Bunnies abound (hehe) on our street. You can usually find them in herds of two or three though I personally prefer to call them fluffs of two or three. If I lived in Canada, I would be blessed to call those beautiful bunny groupings FLUFFLES. Is there anything more beautiful than that?
So, on to updates – so many since I haven't been keeping up with the blog as much. First, my toe is healing fine. I apparently broke it – poor little toe's second break – on the edge of a book shelf. Don't ask. It's complicated. I was stepping over something, swung my leg wide and … gotcha. No biggie, really. I don't have much feeling in that toe. Although it hurt a bit when I banged it, I didn't realize until it swelled and turned purple that I'd broken it.
The colonoscopy went well, I guess. I slept through it. The prep was exactly what you'd expect colonoscopy prep to be. Drinking two 8 oz bottles of suprep – one of the foulest tasting liquids you'll willingly drink – was much easier than consuming the theoretically lemon-flavored liquid in the enormous jug. The best part is that I don't need a colonoscopy for ten years (yay). I went into this test expecting them to tell me I'd need yearly colonoscopies because I already have cancer. A very nice surprise.
My MRI was good, no changes. My CT shows a mass on a lymph node that we're going to watch over my next few scans. The doctor is calling that mass "schmutz;" but since it's technically cancer-sized, we need to see if it grows. If it's schmutz, it won't get any bigger after I'm done with chemo so let's all root for that. Lol
My 94 year old neighbor fell – while she was at the hospital for a routine test. I guess that's good news embedded in bad news, right? She spent more than a week in the hospital with pins in her broken hip, and telling quite good stories about what an event it is to fall at a hospital. Being a healthy older lady, she's doing pretty well and has already walked a fair bit. She's in a rehab facility now, though she's expecting to go home this week.
I've been visiting her and all I can say is: Everyone needs a patient advocate. Hospital personnel are usually lovely but they have very limited time to explain things so if you aren't pushy (patient advocates are pushy) you won't have any idea what's going on with your care. They don't introduce themselves when they come in. They often don't articulate exactly what they're going to do and WHY. And they tend to treat elderly patients as demented and infantile. My neighbor is neither so when I'm there and care workers come in, I ask pushy questions like: what's your name? What are you here to do? Why does she need that? Since I'm a neighbor, not a relative, they shouldn't really pay attention to me but they don't even ask who I am. They just start talking.
In another of the "things that you never thought you'd need to know" category, chemo nausea is remarkably unpredictable. Recently, on our way to shop for food, my daughter and I stopped at the Italian ice stand. She got custard; I got a wild cherry ice. Then, we rushed home because I was suddenly incapacitated. No shopping occurred but after the anti-nausea and anti-diarrheal meds started working, we were able to make dinner with the minimal supplies left in the house. Slight exaggeration: we actually have food in the house, but if we did need to shop later in the week so the dogs didn't mutiny.
I'm so dehydrated, a ridiculous problem to have, that I'm required to drink at least one Liquid IV every day in addition to any other liquids I can force down. It's annoying, given that I've always been a voracious water drinker. Now, it just doesn't taste good so I've got a whole bevy of options to whine about. Right now, I'm choking down a strawberry-flavored Liquid IV. It's so sweet I'm shivering a little from the taste. The lesson here: don't become dehydrated in the first place.
Much love.
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