17 December 2023
I certainly would not have wanted to be on a boat last night at the Fort Lauderdale Boat Parade – if they had had it. I wouldn’t even want to watch it. It was rain and wind most of the night with more predicted for today. Melinda posted on Facebook that Fort Lauderdale was pressure washed and blown dry. That’s an apt description.
Starting Monday, I hope to get some answers. I have zero energy today. Monday is a blood draw to check my cortisol level. Tuesday is a Herceptin infusion and I will be able to talk with Dr. Velez, the hematologist/oncologist. I just can’t go on this way. I’m too tired to do much of anything. I also need Dr. Velez to schedule my next echocardiogram. I’m just not getting better the way I was promised. I’m not sure if it is the effects of the Taxol lingering or if it is my cortisol levels. Wednesday is chiropractor and Friday is hydration infusion. It’s getting ridiculous the number of doctor appointments/infusions/adjustments I seem to go through in a week to no avail.
Dr. Velez wants to start me on Tamoxifen but I need to be physically better before he does that. I have the medication already at the house but I’m not to take it until he OK’s it and he said he wants me to be in better shape before I take it.
It feels like I’m in a nightmare and can’t wake up. It portends a bleak future.
My walking has gotten worse along with the neuropathy. My gait may be due to back issues but it certainly is not helped by the neuropathy. In essence, my fingers, toes, soles of my feet and tops of my feet burn with occasional stabs of pain. Even typing the blog is painful.
OK, that’s enough whining. I’m headed to bed and try to get some more sleep. I don’t blame you if you don’t stay tuned.
