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.
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Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Thursday, April 07, 2016
Progress Report- Good News and Bad News
Spent another long
day in the oncology clinic yesterday; we got there at 8:30 AM and left just
after 2 PM. One of the oncology nurses
had phoned on Monday to ask if I could get there an hour early because the
doctor was changing my chemo drugs and the new combination would need to infuse
at least four hours. I figured the CT
scan results from last week’s scan must not be what we had hoped for. As it
turns out there was some good news and some bad news on the CT scan. The bad
news is that the liver tumor has increased in size by 18%. The good news is
that all the other hypodensities in the liver and pancreas have remained stable
and that the stomach, small bowel, appendix and colon appear normal and the
rectal mass is still unseen. Based on the growth of the liver tumor, my
oncologist started me on a new chemo regimen today. I thought at first that I would be getting FOLFIRI plus Erbitux,
but I’m actually just getting the Erbitux and Camptosar (Irinotecan), both of
which have some fairly nasty side effects, but have shown a lot of promise in
clinical trials, especially in patients with wild type KRAS gene,
which I have. So I guess that makes me
a wild child. I’m hoping I can tolerate the side effects without having to stop
the treatment early. One of the side effects of the Erbitux is an acne-like
rash which I hear is quite unpleasant.
The doctor said if I did get the rash to call and they would phone in a
prescription for a gel to use on the rash.
I hope it doesn’t come to that.
One should not have to deal with acne in one’s seventies; I am sure
there are better ways to fake a youthful appearance!
Once in the infusion room I saw that someone had already
taken my favorite chair so I wasn’t as close to a plug for my Kindle. It didn’t
really matter as it turns out because I kept drifting off to sleep anyway and
didn’t use the Kindle much. I took the
Tylenol the nurse brought, and then she hooked me up with some benadryl and anti-nausea drugs. After that, we got the
heavy stuff. A short while after the
Erbitux began flowing I began to itch.
Furiously. On my arms, legs, abdomen, buttocks. Then welts started
popping up. I looked and felt like I
had been closed up in a roomful of angry, hungry, biting mosquitoes! The nurse stopped the Erbitux and hooked up
something to stop the itching. It
worked, thank goodness! She told me my
mouth would get very dry, like it had cotton stuffed in it. Sure enough it did,
but she had brought me a cup of water and a peppermint candy- they helped a
lot. We were able to continue the infusion of the Erbitux, then they hooked up
the Camptosar and after another hour and a half, I was unhooked and on my way. The best part is that I’m not on the pump any more! The doctor
took me off 5-FU. Hallelujah!
Much as I dislike this whole set of circumstances, I am
constantly reminded that some people
are a lot worse off. One poor elderly
woman who came in for her first treatment didn’t yet have a port. It took three nurses to try to get a vein
that would work. She kept hollering in
pain telling them to take it out, she’d just come back tomorrow. They finally gave up and took her down to radiology, so she might be
getting a combination of chemo plus radiation. I hope she gets her problem
sorted out, but she has a rough road ahead, for sure.
When I went back to the waiting room to find Mr.G he said I
looked pale as a ghost, and after looking in the mirror I have to agree with
him. I could probably try out for a
part on the Walking Dead and not even need make-up! Once we were in the car, I
kept dozing off and went straight to sleep once we got home. I slept most of the afternoon, off and on and felt completely
wiped out. This morning I still look
like death warmed over, but am feeling much perkier, although my face feels hot
(no fever) and has a strange mottled appearance with some red blotches, grey
skin areas. To make things worse the
bags under my eyes look like I’ve been packing them for a trip. This too shall
pass. At least I hope so!
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