Today is my red face day- a combination of steroid flush and side-effects of Erbitux that hit me the day after a chemo treatment. This week's treatment was a day early- my oncologist is out of town this week and her partner works at another location on Wednesdays, so with no doctor in the clinic all Wednesday's patients were scheduled for days when a doctor would be there should any problems arise with the infusions. I'm glad I was one of the "day early" patients since I should be more energized and able to do things on the week-end. Not that we ever do much on the week-ends, but who knows, something interesting might crop up. And if it does, I'll be all fit and ready to go.
I missed yoga this week, which was a bit disappointing. I'd been cleaning carpets and probably got carried away over the week-end pushing and pulling the behemoth carpet shampooer back and forth across the carpets. I thought I'd pulled a neck muscle- every time I raised my arm above shoulder level, one of the muscles in my neck and shoulder would harden like a bone, then twitch and throb. It wasn't terribly painful so much as being very annoying. That combined with the shin splints I've been having after walking on the treadmill made me think that I should sit this Monday's class out, especially since I'd be sitting tethered to a pole full of infusion bags for four and a half hours on Tuesday. Everything seems OK today-no shin splints or twitching muscles, but I've been pretty sedentary. Being sedentary is not something I'd recommend as a general rule, but every now and then it's not a bad idea to let your body rest from its labours, I think.
I have a CT scan scheduled for next week, then a colonoscopy (Thrill!) the week after that, followed by another chemo treatment. I'm beginning to have symptoms indicating the rectal tumor may be growing again. The chemo cocktail of Erbitux and Camptosar I'm currently on has been doing a good job at keeping everything in check much longer than I thought it would, but we may be looking at the possibility of surgery now, which would result in a permanent colostomy. Not the most wonderful thing to contemplate, but it probably wouldn't be such a bad thing either, once I got used to it. Having suffered from IBS for most of my adult life going out to eat had been a no-no, unless I could get a table very close to the restrooms. It was always easier to just eat at home, but it would be nice to try out some of the eateries I've been reading about without worrying about having an embarrassing accident. My main concerns about surgery are that I'm not too keen about being put under with anesthesia for a four hour operation and since this is a stage 4 disease, there is always the possibility that it will pop up elsewhere soon after surgery making chemo more difficult because my body has been weakened by surgery. Anyway, we'll have to see what the scan and scope find and then discuss the options with the surgeon and oncologist. Once again, I'm hoping for the best but preparing (mentally) for the worst.