Same ol’ chemo drug, different round.
I keep telling myself, “only one more to go.” The nurse warned me that my side effects would be cumulative as Taxol went on. I believed her. I thought my most major side effect would be fatigue. Oh darn, more naps. There was this glossed over, something about pain, shouldn’t be too bad.
Fortunately the pain subsides somewhere around day 5 of each round. However the evening of day 3 going into day 4 sucks. Each round my goal is to avoid the heavy pain killers. I just can’t do it.
My intention is not to give updates that spend the whole time whining about how terrible all of this is. It’s just part of what life is like right now. At the end of the last round I was feeling great! I think I did some stuff outside. I’ve been preparing all of my classes. Wholly unremarkable really.
I start back to work on the 24th. A full day of meetings. Fun times.
The boy has started a new activity. He joined the Civil Air Patrol. This leaves some people scratching their heads. I’m not exactly known as being the most patriotic of American souls. However, I have a 12 year old who desperately wants to learn how to fly and a bank account that cannot accommodate such a request. Thus, we learned about CAP. It is an auxillary arm of the Air Force, but think of it like Boy Scouts with air planes. The cadets study aerospace and leadership, but also have a military element. Their uniforms are ABUs or dress blues. There is a chain of command. They march, salute and muster. It is all very formal.
The ultimate goal out of joining CAP was to learn how to fly. On the mom and dad love this side of things, there is leadership training and physical fitness goals included. All three of us are convinced that this is something that will be very good for the boy.