Received the immunotherapy med today. First infusion of each cycle I will get it. It lasts about 6 weeks. 80% dose today to watch for adverse reactions. So far none. I was given IV benadryl first because stupid mast cells (yes, I asked) and promptly fell asleep. Slept a half hour, I think. I’ve been woozy ever since.
After that the Abraxane. Hair is falling out at an alarming rate. Not in clumps, more like a waterfall. I’m so tired of cleaning up my hair. It may stop, I may be bald. No way to know.
It was a long day, we were there for 6 hours. Next week should be lickity split.
Like this cat, I shed like her.
A couch flipped onto its back with gray striped tabby lying on it. Brownish walls, a small chiming clock on the right, a painting of a red heart with roots, a yellow glow around it and a green background. A fireplace mantel with plants.
And there was more of this except today I was in a room with a bed and a view rather than a cubicle.
I’m in a hospital recliner wearing soft booties and big mittens, both filled with gel ice packs. Heated blankets on my lap, a water bottled tilted to my mouth with mitten hands.
I made it out of the house for the 2nd daytime car tour. Lunch outside in Nags Head where Amber fed a corvid. A stop at an oceanside beach with great wave splashes, birds, and I gathered sand for a friend. Third stop at a wee crescent beach at Oregon Inlet. Back home for shared dinner courtesy of the hubster and visiting into the late evening.
The difference in my energy level, ability to breathe, and hair blowing off my head in the Wind (thanks Abraxane) is a quite profound difference compared to the last time we were down here. I’m glad to be here nevertheless and see the sunshine, listen to bird calls, plus watch and hear the ocean. I fall asleep at the drop of a hat and I’m exhausted from yesterday, yet I am so pleased we made this impromptu trip!
The photo above is where we ate lunch on the causeway. More photos:
Our grackle buddy, more Amber’s buddy than mine, lol. He never spread his tail to be sure that he was a boat tail grackle, but his tail feathers grouped together looked like he was. Photo is a black grackle on a picnic table with a brown purse at the front and water in the background.Amber feeding birb friendThese 4 photos are at a beach at Nags Head, with splashing ocean waves, birds, and blue skiesCrescent shaped beach, wee waves, rock wall of protection for this tiny spit of beach. Oregon Inlet is the most dangerous to navigate on the east coast moving between ocean and sound. This beach belies that. Basnight bridge (that I purposely and incorrectly call the Hatteras bridge) above and the remains of the old Bonner bridge they closed off as a fishing pier. Beach shot with me in it. I intended to get a photo of Amber looking beautiful in her red sweatshirt, but we know what the road to hell is paved with… A decommissioned life saving station. I love this building. You can easily spot it coming over the Bonner, Hatteras, Basnight bridge.
Big rocks, tiny dune, on the way back to the car. What a great ass I have! 😂
It was very cold, but sunny, and I am so glad we traveled a little north, then worked our way back. We tuckered ourselves out.
LEAN IN TO JOY with BONEWEAVER 