It's chemo six of series three, and is significant for a couple of reasons.
One, this is the thirtieth chemotherapy session I've had since the beginning of 2010. I'm here to tell you, this shit gets old. Beats dying, though.
Two, this is the breakpoint. I'll be off chemo from after this weekend until about the beginning of February, 2013. We need my body to rest and recover for about four weeks so I can tolerate the liver resection I'll undergo in mid-January. That will be my third liver resection and fifth major surgery in past five years. I'll need two or three weeks to recover from surgery so I csn tolerate the chemo again, at which point I'll have six more sessions through about April or early May of 2013.
What this does mean is I'll have a week or two of slightly more normal energy and appetites starting the week after Christmas. I might even be able to go out in the daylight. Oh what fun.
Pretty soon I'll be talking to my surgeon about dates and tests and so forth. I have another CT, as well as a PET and an MRI in my near future. Hopefully all that medical radiation and superstrong magnetic fields will transform heretofore unknown genes in such a way as I'll acquire superpowers.
Meanwhile, I prepare to toddle off to the oncology clinic and experience the wonderful world of chemo side effects. Lately even the Ringer's they start me with gives me nausea, which is obviously and annoyingly psychosomatic, so now I have to take a Lorazepam to even get in the chair.
Hope your weekend is better than mine will be.