The 8th dose was all that I could handle. I could have pushed for one more dose, or even skipped a dose and then continued but I thought my health might be in jeopardy. My body could handle only what I thought possible. So, instead of saying please Sir, I want some more, I mustered up a loud Uncle!!!!!! The cardiologist wanted me to have the next dose, but I knew in my heart it would break me. So I drew the line in the sand and never look back. I figured that I had a 50/50 chance that the one extra dose would make a difference in the CT Scan. If the CT Scan shows shrinkage of the tumor, then I would push my body a little bit more. Everything hinges on the CT scan.
So Dee came for me Sunday December 3, 2006. I was all packed and was just waiting to get the PICC line removed and the discharge papers to arrive. I could not wait to get out of there. Confined to 12 by 12 room with a bathroom, bed, and shower for five days is no fun at all. I was climbing the walls. Well I finally got released around 1:30 pm and we were home by 7:30 pm. We stopped to have a bite to eat because there was no way I was going to cook . I was exhausted from the trip. But now I am well on my way to recovering from this round of Chemo.
That is it for now
Take Care
Jimmy B.
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