today was a bit different though -- Guadalupe left after spending three weeks with me out here. like my family, she brought a vitality, life and spirit that has helped me through this with strength and humor. I miss her incredibly. (more to come)
the latest results from my second course of chemotherapy came in the mail today. good news so far.
my red and blood cell counts are low, as is my platelet count, but that's to be expected as a result of a weakened immune system brought on by the chemical cocktails.
the great news is that my alpha-fetoprotein tumor marker is down. as of sept. 18, down to 2.7, which is incredible, because it's never been that low.
the last reading, from aug. 28, showed a reading of 5.6. anything beyond 8.8 is bad, says the docs. before surgery, it was about 35 and before chemo. the level was 15.
no news on the latest beta-HCG count, which is another tumor marker, but the last test, also from aug. 28 showed it was down to less than one, which is also great, because before chemo. it was at nine. anything about three is bad.
today was pretty tough. I had a triple cocktail: bleo., cisplatin and etop. needless to say, I spent much of the day sleeping because of a pre-med. cocktail that included benadryl and ativan. I hadn't had much sleep as my companera rose around five a.m. and left about quarter to six, but luckily at the clinic I got a private room with a bed. I think I'll have a brownie tonight.
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There was a morning after my surgery...that i just laid there, in my rack, not moving. There was a rack chit (meaning i could be in my rack if i needed to) so i didnt move when the lights came on. There was some yelling at me to get up, and there was yelling back to why i couldnt...on my behalf. So i got up. Someone told me i looked like ive benn up all night with a fat chick...i couldnt laugh, but damn it was funny.
But i know that feeling, granted its not from chemo, but i know the feeling. Cheer up though, Morrissey is playing 7 days in a row.
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