In an unprecedented trade, the Mahican Indians announced this afternoon that they went outside of the tribe today when they traded “Little running Nose” for “Chemo Ken” of the Dana Farber Braves. The Mahican’s said they needed an experienced “firewalker”!
No, No... This is really true, come on now… it has to be... to make this week’s story work!
Oh well, on the health and feeling well front, I rated a 3 to 4 on the “frowning face scale” at my vital signs check-in this past week. My Neuropathy continues to attack my feet …night and day. I have now gone from 100mg a day of Neurontin to 1,200mg a day, and I’m still feeling the fire, flames and burning in the soles of my feet and toes. Thus…the new job as the Mahican’s “Firewalker”, I’m a shoe in (so to speak!). Rumor at the Indian camp is that if my feet get better, they may burn me at the stake!
The Neuropathy is getting to be old news, the pain of the week is now the beginning of my bones aching deep down inside, it feels like sharp pains coming from the core or bone marrow of my left leg, hip and lower back. This is where I suffered my injuries in my ski accident last year. It seems that the chemo is attacking my weak spots so it’s going after this past injury. It’s weird but now my leg, hip and back are starting to feel exactly like they did after my surgery. This was the exact same feeling that I had when I came home from the hospital. Hopefully this will all be over within a few weeks after my transplant.
Speaking of the transplant, I went for Chemo last week but my weekly Velcade injection was cancelled by my Doctor. He felt that considering my neuropathy and bone pain, if given a Velcade infusion, the risks would outweigh the results. So that pretty much ends my regular weekly schedule of Chemotherapy injections. Now I’m in preparation mode for my Stem Cell harvest, scheduled for 7/18 & 7/19. Followed by my admission to the hospital on Monday 7/25.
Update on the “BIRDS”…as it turns out, the birds decided to nest in the highest most farthest away and hard to reach, out of the way corner of the roof (now doesn’t that just figure!). Using their surgical tools, they skillfully cut a hole through the soffit into the attic. This gives them unrestricted access to Theresa’s winter clothes, yum yum…my old books, yuck, argh…tastes bad! Several of them were recently spotted flying away from the roof with tinsel stuck in their tails and trailing from their feet! Now we had a handyman type friend come by to climb up to that corner of the roof and fix everything. When he arrived, he and I stood there for a couple of minutes looking up at the corner from the ground, speechless as we crained our necks, cracking our knuckles, made a clucking sound or two followed by a few hmm’s and then an ah ha or two. Finally looking down and facing each other he said, “Hell I’m not climbing way up there” “I’m scared to go that high”. Me too I said! We both agreed, we will take climbing lessons sometime in the future but for now we’ll have to sub this out to a fearless ladder totin roofer!
That’s all for now….Chemo Ken and the Red Dogs
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