Catch-up: Doctor visit on 12/10

So much has happened in the past couple of days, it feels like a week has passed since my last post, so I’ll probably have to break this up into multiple entries.

I was due to see my doctor on Wednesday for treatment and to discuss scan results. When she walked into the examination room, I was curled up on the table, asleep.

“This isn’t you,” she said, shaking her head.

“I’m exhausted all the time,” I explained. “and in pain.”

I told her about my experience with Advil the previous afternoon, how two little blue gel pills had done more to address my pain than the morphine I’d been taking for a week before.

“It’s obvious the pain is inflammatory. We can fix this.”

She had already included the usual dose of Decadron in my premeds, and she prescribed the same steroid for me to take in pill form at home on a daily basis. Steroids are longer acting and don't interfere with clotting, as ibuprofen can. When we begin to see reduced inflammation from the steroid, we can also start tapering back the Fentanyl patch dosage, since it's not a good idea to alter too many variables at once.

Also, Fentanyl is a strong, addictive, narcotic, and we’ve all read stories and seen movies about “cold turkey.”

So for now, we just add daily steroid.

Chemo sucks

I had my second chemotherapy infusion on Tuesday. As always, I got an intravenous dose of steroids before the DTIC (Dacarbazine) and Carboplatin. The steroids keep me jazzed for about a day and a half, which is a good thing in this case, since I had to be onsite at a client in downtown Manhattan the next day.

Unfortunately, after the high comes a crash, along with flu-like symptoms, so once I got back from the city on Wednesday, I’ve done little more than sleep: 5:30 pm to 8:30 am, then a nap from 11 am to 3 pm. And, hard to believe, I’m ready for more sleep now.

The Fentanyl pain patch seems to be helping. My doctor initially prescribed a very low dose, so as not to make me stupid from grogginess. This time she increased it to handle the back pain more effectively. I’m sleeping better.

I asked my doctor what are the chances I’ll come back in three weeks and have low platelets again. “Not likely,” she said, since she reduced my chemo dosages significantly this time. For the first infusion she wanted to hit the new disease hard, so she gave me the maximum amount. It made for a rough month, including the anemia. This treatment should be a bit more tolerable.

We talked about my nearly complete lack of energy; climbing a flight of stairs or walking at my normal pace leaves me winded, for example. She recommended American Ginseng. Her other patients have reported good results in combating that chemo fatigue, so I’ve started taking that.

Before I left the examination room for the treatment floor, she reviewed my blood work lab report and was pleased with what she saw. One count in particular was down from 150 to 130; normal is 90. I don’t remember the component name, but it’s a measure of bone disease.