Moving Right Along

Who knew Chemo could be so much fun?




       Today was our 5th round of chemo and Amy seems to be getting into the groove, if the concept of driving poison into your veins to banish a bigger threat is normal.  Her restless leg like symptoms has been getting worse so the good doc reduced one her pre-meds to see if this would lessen this side effect.  Taking the Benadryl down to 1/2 seemed to reduce the amount of time suffered but she's still shaking like Elvis in the bed...I offered to bring in a life-cycle for her to work out the kinks and now she's expecting me to produce some type of peddling mechanism to keep her busy in the beginning - note to self "go get ice chips and keep quiet."  I'll have to work on that one.
     So I did what I could to keep her laughing until she wasn't able to take her mind off of the effects of the treatment.  Then I enlisted the help of Angelina and Johnny while we caught the middle of The Tourist.  There's really no way to get around the agonizing two hours of chemo infusion. With the required break times in between, to let the pre-meds take effect, with hopes of warding off any allergic reactions to the not-so magic Taxol that kills everything it touches.
     So the good news, actually terrific, is that her tumor has shrunk!!!  That's right, the meds our doing their job and our tumor measured in at just about 1cm.  This is a 2cm reduction.  Our follow up with our Oncologist was fruitful and almost enjoyable.  Dr. Boozer really is on top of his game and has a team of disciplines lined up for us.  We're very grateful to have him as our doctor and looking forward to our day that we can say "goodbye."  I have a feeling he feels that way, too...Amy made a point to tell him that he needed to focus more on her weight gain and less on her cancer - not kidding.  Pink what?  We're looking for Dr. 90210, not Dr. Cure All.  Oh well, the behavioral sciences ward is close if he needs some help with my little darling. Maybe he'll get a discount.
     So with another one under the belt, no pun intended honey, we celebrated at Santa Barbara's Italian and nestled in for a night of HGTV.  Sans a few of the usual side effects, we're moving right along.  Good night!