I woke up this AM a little nauseated, but not bad. On a scale of 1- 10, with 10 being the worst, it was about a 3. The medication works pretty quickly, so I was functioning after about 30 minutes.
Then we left for the oncologist's office for the last visit of the week, for hydration and to finalize a treatment plan that works for all of us.
We have decided I will have a baseline PET scan this week, then complete a 6-week cycle of treatment. Then I will have a repeat PET scan to see if we are making progress. If we are making progress, I will take a short break and go home to Honduras. I will then come back to Ft. Lauderdale and start the process again.
This keeps me with one set of doctors rather than juggling care with two groups. It gives Elisa and her family a break from us and vice versa. I can have faith that I'm getting the same quality of care and meds.
We are just in the beginnings of this mess, and already it is apparent that it is going to take a toll on all of us. Both of use are a little edgy. Juan is not used to taking care of me completely, and I am not used to needing round the clock card to do even the simplest things.
Elisa's family routines are interrupted. Victoria has made herself a "studio apartment" with an air mattress, shelving, a lamp, and other comforts of home in a corner of the living room. I'm sure she misses her privacy.
So far we are making it work. We have your prayers.
We are blessed.