I spoke with my doctor today. He is wonderful. He really listens to me. He knows I don’t complain so when I say I have a problem, I really do.
He is going to see me tomorrow for an exam and blood tests to determine the level of inflammation in my body. No chemo or Avastin as was scheduled for tomorrow morning.
I am worried but just need to wait for the results.
It’s a good thing I actually like healthy living because, at this rate, I probably wouldn’t have fared worse had I lived a thoroughly unhealthy lifestyle.
I feel like I am doomed. I don’t need another medical problem.
If my body can’t handle chemo and the cancer can’t be removed through surgery, what does that mean for my prognosis? Sounds pretty bad to me.
Sweet Pea is resting on my chest. Forget me. What about Sweet Pea?
This is what happens when I write at night … no fun in mudville.
P.S. Next week I’m going to get back to my project. Goals are good. Maybe all will be well.