So the doctor said, basically, no matter the side affects, its back on the Nexavar again, this time at a somewhat lower dosage. One of the beauties of cancer is you can kind of schedule when you are going feel bad. Unlike other human beings who wake up one morning with the sniffles, the flu or whatever, all at random, we cancer patients kinda know in advance when to call in sick. For example, now that I have experience with Nexavar I can depend on three things:
First, two weeks from now, this very day, I am most likely going to feel like crap.
Second. That means higher blood pressure, acid reflux, headaches, sensitive skin, hurting feet (sounds like a menu at a restaurant for masochists, does it not) lots of fatigue and an and itching scalp.
Three, of all those things the itching scalp is most desirable because you get in the shower, turn on the hot water, let it cascade on your head and go "ahhhhhhhhhh," and for a moment forget all that other stuff.
So we discussed what I need to do to get through this upcoming side affect obstacle course. I suggested riding my bike. Sherry suggested that I walk before I start riding my bike. Dr. Shlaer rolled is eyes, gave us that little smile of his, as in "you probably ain't going to feel like doing any that."
Yeah, well, I'll show you...and then I'll take a nap.
I've been having hallucinations lately about my role as Founding Father. It feels as if I have truly been at Liberty Hall smacking down that Neo-liberal Thomas Jefferson...what a populist. I have attached a photo of me giving him heck. It is attached.
Actually, I'm just kidding about the hallucinations.
Otherwise, things are good. Feel good...looking forward to not feeling so good. But the not feeling so good is only intended to make me feel better. However, if I do not get better then it will amount to paying somebody about $1200 a week just to hit me in the head. That's the job I want, hitting people in the head for $1200. Heck, part time you could make a killing, and feel good about it when they say Thank you. Ah, the mind continues to twist.
Love your calls, e-mails and other forms of support. Without you none of this would be tolerable. Prayers and thoughts welcome.
Dave
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