Chemo # 2 Radiation # 6 Day
Me and Denise went to the cancer center early this morning and got started. They gave me an anti-anxiety med, think I'm ready to leave that one-off next time. The Nurse asked if I wanted it and the coward in me that remembers the horrors of the head & neck treatment says no, I'll take it.I have a port this time, something I declined at UT with Head & Neck Cancer. Let me tell you, this is the bomb with very minor inconveniences. There is no pain associated with this and it is much easier on the Nurses and you to have one. When we finished we went to the radiation area but they were swamped, so I had to come back that evening. My mother went with me. Charlie offered but he is getting worse and he knows it, we talk a lot these days.
The bloodwork I'm sure had some bad stuff in it but one thing mentioned was my white cells counted over 15K. They had dropped to 11K, which is at the top of being bad. This may be where an infection or bacteria grows and the drugs and eventually the fever breaks out.
I saw a food truck that said it has Philly Steak and other stuff on parked. I decided I would get some and went back. That Philly Steak must have had extremely hot something in it, halfway through my throat started closing up from the swelling and the bleeding went wild. I left the other half for Denise in the Fridge, telling her what it had done to me. It didn't bother her too bad but even she found it spicy.
We got a call from Thompson Survivor Cancer Center on the Gamma Knife. A meeting is set up with Rick in Sevierville the 11th. He will make a determination if I am a candidate for the Gamma Knife, but everybody seems to think I am. The small tumor on the brain in a place that is easy to get to.
I am not sure just how much one can endure, or how much one can overcome. By his self, none, with God, only He can answer that question. I am resolved to fight once again until I cannot.
