Miscellany

1. My left arm has been feeling funky for the last week. I went to see my fantabulous surgeon about it on Tuesday and got her assurance that all is well, but it's still feeling funky—kind of sore and, per usual, kind of numb.


2. I thought I was going to sneak through treatment #3 without the accompanying nosebleeds, because they happened on Days 9 and 10 the last two times. Yesterday was Day 14, so I thought I was in the clear. And then, over a lovely dinner with my pal M.J. (hi, M.J.!), I got one. A small one, but one nonetheless.


3. Three doses of Emend arrived in the mail yesterday, so I am now set for the last three rounds of chemo. (I ordered them through my secondary insurance—they didn't just show up like a care package or anything.) Total cost: $166.13. But hey, the shipping was free!


4. As glad as I am to have the Emend on hand, I am actually a bit hesitant to take it next week. I was much less foggy after treatment #3, when I didn't have any Emend, and I have to wonder whether the earlier fogfests were caused, in part, but some side effect of the drug. I'm so drug-sensitive that it's entirely possible. Five years ago, when I had chemo the first time, I was given a completely different anti-emetic—one also very commonly used in conjunction with anesthesia—and was rendered catatonic for three days. This happened twice before we figured out that it was the drug, not the chemo, that was causing the reaction. It's exceedingly rare to be allergic to that drug, but I was. So now I have to wonder whether I'm having a similar but much less intense reaction to the Emend. Yes, I will be asking my oh-so-wonderful oncologist about it when I see him next Wednesday. (I'm not due to take it again until Friday. And boy will I be thrilled if we decide that I shouldn't take it again and that $166.13—and all the aggravation—turn out to be for naught.)


5. One of our cats, in an act of quite uncivil disobedience, just peed on our bed. (We surmise that the she is protesting the state of the litter box, which is in need of a change.) We are not sure if our down comforter will survive. Ugh.


6. It's officially Week 3. Hooray!