Yesterday before starting chemo, my Onc drew new bloodwork and ordered a chest Xray. I was surprised about the bloodwork because I had bloodwork on Monday that showed everything was fine. I am not sure what made him want to double check, but glad he did. My WBC is down to 2.4 I believe, down from 4.5. It was a little low Monday but doable, so because the sudden dip he held 5FU. We did do Oxaliplatin because he didn't think I could afford missing an entire chemo, especially after taking an extra week off. The Xray was because my cold last week moved into my chest and my hacking and wheezing turned into a productive cough. The last two days the cough has been awful, last night was miserable and painful. The first time in a very long time that I requested dilaudid around the clock for 18hrs. I guess I wasn't too surprised that the chest xray showed mild pneumonia. Since my dx I have been terrified of getting pneumonia. I was convinced if I got pneumonia it would snowball into my deathbed. So now I am terrified, this constant coughing and feeling like I am drowning just feeds the paranoia. We went ahead and did Avastin and tomorrow we will do Neulasta. I am dreading Nuelasta because it causes such awful bone pain.
Since Lilli was at my SIL's and I just wanted to rest, I insisted my hubby go to his softball game. I have hardly coughed at all since getting home from the clinic, I thought maybe the steroids was helping my lungs. He made me dinner and I practically pushed him out the door. Then I start to eat chicken and mashed potatoes, farely plain and simple. After 4 or 5 bites I couldn't stop coughing long enough to eat, I really felt like I was drowning. And here I forced my hubby to go to his softball game so I am home alone, really stupid of me. Than the coughing made me start gagging and that leads to throwing up. Wonderful
I survived, and hubby is home now so I am not alone if I start drowning again.
My night just keeps going downhill. I am watching TV, feeling sorry for myself, noticing how quiet it is without my babygirl. So I call my SIL and ask her to put her on skype so I can see her. Poor girl was so confused at first, she started opening doors looking for me. So I move the web cam around so she sees that I am at home. She gets excited but soon realizes she can't be with me and gets upset even more
. So I felt about 2 inches tall.
When my hubby came home I was upset about my coughing spell, not eating, general paranoia and anxiety. Upset because I miss my daughter. Had he not went to the game(that I talked him into
) he could have went and picked her up tonight. He comes home all bummed out because they lost the game and this is all he can talk about. I listened for a while and then I tried to tell him about the skype incident with baby girl and he keeps changing the subject back to the stupid softball game. When I voice my annoyance about the subject changing he decided to go wash dishes. GRRRRRRRRR. I know I talked him into going but why does he have to keep bringing it up when I am so upset about more important matters?
So annoyed, sorry I needed to vent a little there. I know I have an awesome hubby and that he is an awesome Daddy, but we still have our bad days occasionaly. He worked 10hrs, made me dinner, washed my dishes and a load of clothes, I know how lucky I am to have him. Now it is time for me to go drug up and try to catch some zzzzzzz's before I cause anymore problems with my poor hubby