Another Monday

I feel so much better with each passing day. Not that I feel great, but I do feel better, which just goes to show how awful that first week really is. The extreme fatigue is gone, now I have just “regular tired” to deal with. Well, that and the pressure in my chest. Yes, again. Yup, it looks like the ol’ lung fluid is back, although not nearly to the extreme as before. I won’t let it get to that degree again; I was drowning and miserable. Tomorrow I’ll go get a chest x-ray, and then we’ll schedule the thoracentesis after that. Yes, another meeting with Mr. Needle. Is anyone surprised? It’s OK, though, as far as procedures go, it’s an easy one (for me); I hope the next one is as painless as the first one.

I’m a little concerned about a spot on my back. Since the last chemo, the skin on my back has been very sensitive where the radiation scar is. (The radiation burn has healed, but left a scar.) I can’t see it, but I’ve been told that there is a palm sized, darker brown area close to the puncture site of the thoracentesis that is a little red, a little swollen, and just a little touchy. I have no idea why. I think that it shouldn’t be sore at this point, but there I go, thinking again. It’s always something.

Food is becoming an interesting issue. I’m still more “burpy” than usual, but that doesn’t seem to be a huge issue. Chocolate milk is darn near irresistible and the colder the better. Salads (which I’ve never EVER gotten excited about) are sometimes exactly what I want to eat. Strange. Dark chocolate is still merely OK; I can have one or two bites and be quite satisfied.

I am more than satisfied with the amount of support I have—y’all are just the best! I get encouragement, I get motivation to keep going, and I get lots of laughter, which is the best medicine of all.

¶ 5:07 PM