The symptoms I'm experiencing are fairly manageable, so far. I'm more tired because of all of the trips and treatments (I nap daily). I'm having bathrooming issues that OTC medicine is helping a decent amount. My pain is somewhat worse from extra activity. Considering what could be going wrong, my body is coping better than I anticipated.
Stress is a strangler, though. My husband and I seem to constantly have little challenges that balloon up. The prescription for surgical masks hasn't come in yet, so I'm left "stealing" masks from the hospital. The co-pays are adding up, even though they're small. My front left tire on my wheelchair is shredding to the point where it's dangerous for me to use my chair; we haven't heard from the repair people in over a week. The order for a blood test I need monthly has yet to find its way to the hospital where I get treatment...
It will all work out. It doesn't feel like it, though. Good thoughts are definitely appreciated, if you want to send them.
My doctors are coordinating, so the specialist doing my internal therapy (Dr. Marvelous) is counting down the days until I'm transferred to her. I'm scared of the risks involved with internal radiation therapy. I'm scared of dying more.
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