Friday, June 6, 2014
Round and round we go. Today I wrapped up the final day of the latest chemo cycle. In a week, I'll do my labs and then see Berenson and then I'll know if it's back to maintenance or more Treanda or who knows what. This is how it is. This is myeloma. I've said it before, I'm fortunate to be doing as well as I am. Life, generally, is normal. Or I've adapted to the new normal. But I still have the unknown hanging over me. When I had the 3 weeks off treatment, I felt great, lived and never really thought about the myeloma. That's good. But when I'm in the midst of a cycle I get the dex induced mood swings and associated doubt & worry. I'm a fricking champ is what I tell myself, and I fight through the roller coaster emotions and tiredness. Last night I went to bed at 7. That was nice. But as you can see, nothing really to report. Just keeping on keeping on.
After I was diagnosed in 2011 with multiple myeloma, I was in and out of the hospital with fevers and/or severe anemia. I fucking HATED the ...