I’m on the Pill
I had my regular chemo treatment yesterday then took my first dose of the pill last night. If you’re interested and know anything about chemo drugs, the drug I was on via the pump was 5FU and the new oral drug is Xeloda which, when metabolized by my liver, breaks down into 5FU. So it’s essentially the same poison . . . I mean drug.
I’ll take six pills a day, three in the morning, three in the evening, for fourteen days, then have a week off and do it all over again. For five more cycles. Five more. I can do this. I have to keep telling myself that.
My oncologist increased my dosage of the IV chemo drug (Oxaliplatin (not sure on the spelling)) I received yesterday and some of my side effects are already a little worse, particularly the cold sensitivity and neuropathy (tingling/numbness) in my fingertips and tongue and even now in my feet. I’ve never had it before in my feet. We will need to keep an eye on this, though, because the neuropathy can become permanent if allowed to progress too far.
I never cease to be amazed at the damage these drugs can do while attempting to save my life. It’s a trade-off really, that old lesser of two evils thing. But I have to keep telling myslef the trade-off is for my life. Kind of a big thing, dontcha think? I’m expecting these next two or three days to be rough with the fatigue and other side effects but . . . this too shall pass.
So there you have it. Five more cycles. I can do this.