Posts made in May, 2013

My Wobbly Bicycle, 26

Posted by on May 29, 2013 in Archive | 41 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 26

The doctor’s office just called. My platelet count is down to 40 (normal is 150-400). They warned me to be careful with knives, not to operate a chain saw, etc.) I said I wouldn’t. I may have another blood test before the weekend. My hemoglobin is way low also. I am so tired I got dressed this morning and flopped down on the bed in exhaustion from the effort. I sat down three times changing our king-sized bed on Sunday. I sat and read all day yesterday, including an hour-long nap. Walking up stairs makes me huff and puff. I also feel icky. “Icky,” in case you’re not sure, means...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 25

Posted by on May 22, 2013 in Archive | 20 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 25

Sunday was glorious. Jerry and I drove to Empire and walked on the Lake Michigan beach, looking over at Sleeping Bear Dunes, and then we drove to Glen Arbor a few miles away and walked that beach, then ate lunch at an outside table. Lake Michigan is about as head-clearing as they come—blue, clear, seemingly limitless as the ocean. Nothing but transitions: Tuesday—yesterday—was my second-to-last chemo, a week late. My platelet score was still one point too low, but the decision was to go ahead, but lower the dose of carboplatin a bit. There’s no guarantee that I’ll be able to have...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 24

Posted by on May 15, 2013 in Archive | 19 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 24

Yesterday we were eating breakfast, getting ready to leave for my next chemo, when the oncologist’s office called to say they’d just gotten Monday’s blood test results, and my counts were too low. I have to postpone for at least a week. I can’t tell you how disappointed I/we were. I had the magical date, June 4, when I’d be finished, and now it’s June 11, barring other delays. Maybe the fact that we ate out Saturday night and I got what was probably food poisoning and spent the night with vomiting and diarrhea lowered my counts. Or maybe because my counts were low, I had less...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 23

Posted by on May 8, 2013 in Archive | 15 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 23

I pulled out my wobbly bicycle and pumped up the tires! I rode around the neighborhood! Only a few blocks, but it was a matter of convincing myself I could do it.  It was good for me, to feel myself headed down the street as always, nothing changed. Well, everything changed, but that’s beside the point. (Jerry took a real photo of me on my bike, but something’s wrong between my Iphone photos and the computer. So this photo  is a fake me.) This is my week of theoretical reprieve before chemo next Tuesday, but I retain more of the bad effects than from previous chemos. Some days I...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 22

Posted by on May 1, 2013 in Archive | 19 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 22

If feels as if you’re utterly emptied of yourself, then one day you feel yourself starting to fill up again. Or, maybe, you’re a dry stalk, and you feel some green, pale at first, coming back. This round of chemo’s stayed with me for seven days. Each recovery’s slower. I seem to be a bit better, now, but not quite “back.” What, you ask,  do I mean when I say I don’t feel well? My stomach feels sour and icky, but the main thing is tired. Not an ordinary tired—a deep, accumulative tired. Not sure how to describe it. Example: Monday I went to the hospital for my weekly...

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