Today is an off week, meaning no chemo. The next 3-week round starts on Tuesday next week, and should be my last. The plan is for 3 more doses, then more blood work and another CT scan, and then to go on maintenance therapy. Supposedly, that will involve a once-every-three-week dose of Alimta but at a lower dose than is used for chemo. I’m feeling encouraged that this particular ordeal is almost over; chemo isn’t fun, and I’m getting tired of the side effects, and wondering every time I get an ache, pain or some other different feeling if it’s another side effect from the chemo or ‘normal’. I’m not even sure there is a normal right now. My brain doesn’t function like I think it should; my GI tract is messed up; and I have weird bumps appearing.
About those bumps. The first one showed up on my arm a day or two after I had the surgery to insert the power port. An ultrasound showed it wasn’t a blood clot, thankfully. Nobody has been able to explain what it is or where it came from. It doesn’t hurt; it isn’t sore; and hasn’t changed size or shape since it appeared. Then a second one appeared just above the notch where the collarbone is. So off I went today for another ultrasound; didn’t show anything definitive. I guess this one will be around for a while, too, since it’s basically soft tissue swelling. It’s more of an annoyance than anything else. But I think I need to keep vigilant to see if any more of these swellings pop up.
The good news is that my sons showed up on my doorstep late Friday afternoon. They had been planning this visit for a couple of months and had to coordinate arrivals and who was picking up whom from which airport (one lives in Seattle and one lives in Birmingham). And they didn’t mention a word to me. I hadn’t seen them in 7 or 8 years, so this was a wonderful surprise. And the timing was right – this being an ‘off’ week. They flew back today and I already miss them.