It comes like the wind..
Some days it doesn't matter at all..
..other days; frightened..
..today is a frightened day..
..... the last infusion (number eleven) was a toughie...
..really hit me hard..
The first two, this year, seemed to be a breeze (so to speak) and the side effects had somehow lessened..
..number eleven brought me back to the reality of how potent a concoction is being pumped into my body..
fingertips and toes have apparently lost the ability to transmit data from the nerve endings to my eagerly waiting brain...I shake my hands and arms to increase the blood flow, but not much going on there..
..I'm somewhat concerned about this because neuropathy of the extremities is one of the documented permanent artifacts of my treatment..
..had a taste of this in varying degrees all through the treatment, but it always is transient...usually takes a week or so to come back to normal (whatever the hell that is)...
..but this time..I am out of touch with my extremities and not too happy about it..
....number twelve (and final treatment of folfirinox) comes this Wednesday..
......they don't allow more than twelve treatments of Folfirinox because the residual damage can be pretty rude..
..sure could use some happy thoughts right now..
