Tuesday, October 6, I made the trek to Springfield to see the Oncologist. Due to the fact that it was a busy day with a workshop for nutrition in Collinsville that evening, I went by myself. Not a big deal as I don’t anticipate bad news when I go, just makes the trip a little longer with no one to talk to other than the radio.
As usual the doctor was late by at least 45 minutes. I always take a book as I know it will be a long wait and he always tells me he is so glad that I come armed with a book. Our visit was good and involved a blood draw as well as the Zometa infusion. The blood draw went well and the doctor says that my blood is “perfect as usual”. After the physical and general conversation, he told me that I wouldn’t need to see him for six months. I am glad that I don’t have to go back until April as it means all is well, but then there is the other side that I like hearing him say “All is well” every three months. Anyone that has been through this knows what I am talking about….
The Zometa infusion was a little tougher. The nurse told me that when I come back the next time to tell the nurse that does the blood draw to put in an IV so that I only get stuck once. Sounds good to me! They drew the blood from the crook of my arm as they generally do and then put the infusion in the vein on the top of my arm. This vein is a roller and manages to get away from them every time. After extended digging, she finally got the infusion started. Then it is just a matter of sitting quietly for 20 minutes, more reading time. Of course, as I look around the chemo room where the infusion is given, I am just thankful that I haven’t had to ever sit in the chair on a regular basis to have “poison” dripped into my body! I do count my blessings when I leave there.
I am doing well and really have very little to complain about in anyway. I did laugh and tell the doctor that I am amazed that my non-breast area continues to change. I now have a large “hole” in that area. It really is just a deep indentation that he says is where the fat was stripped away between ribs and chest bone. Since there is fat left above it (which is nice as I can wear lower cut things and it not be apparent that I am missing something), it is quite noticeable when I lie down. Of course, no one but Gary and I are aware of this (until I wrote this) and neither one of us cares. Just another interesting development. The doctor laughs and says that there will be changes forever, so I might as well get used to it.
Before the next visit I will have to have a mammogram (that is a standing January appointment in my mind) and then a bone density test. I now have to have one of those every year to determine if the Zometa treatment is working. That is really just lying still, so no problem there either. At least I have fewer appointments these days.
I think it was 1:30 when I finally left his office after my 11:00 appointment. I made a couple of quick stops in Springfield and went on to Fairview Heights to check into my hotel and make some quick stops there for workshop items. When I work with nutrition I have a rule that if I am more than an hour from home and I finish up after 8:30 that I stay over. It is much easier to get up early the next morning and drive than it is late at night. I have always been a morning person and that hasn’t changed. I am fortunate that the Director at NET is comfortable with that.
I got a call from Greg at 3:45 am this morning to ask if I would stay with Gabe and Mackenzie while he took Stacey to the ER. They are pretty sure that the kidney stone that she knows she has in one of her kidneys had decided to move. Of course, the ER doctor couldn’t find that and determined that her colon is inflamed, etc. She and Greg aren’t convinced, but I stayed with the kids until 9 am. They were both out of school with the flu. The two of them and Stacey had been to the doctor yesterday to be checked for the flu. They actually tested negative, but they are being treated for the it. The kids are out of school until they are 24 hours without a temperature. Gabe wasn’t running a temperature this morning and Mackenzie had just gotten up, so I don’t know if she was or not. Glad this was Greg’s day off (his Sunday), so he is there to take care of them. This rainy day means that he didn’t have many other plans anyway.



