Friday, March 12, 2010

Last radiation of the week--and company!

Had a busy day for someone who lumbers about at the speed of, well, perhaps speed isn't the word. I put one foot in front of the other with great deliberation. It's slow, but it seems to be working, and it gets me where I need to go.

Today that meant a visit to the lab, then my dear doc's NP, followed by radiation and a visit with my radiation oncologist. Just a check in/up, to see how I'm doing, which is fine. She did scare me a little by offering a Rx to a medicine that would numb my throat enough to eat--if it came to that.

My dear esophagus (SP?) is in the line of fire, unfortunately, so it could get mad enough to not go along with meals. I've had seven of my 12 treatments, however, and so far heartburn's been my biggest "side effect." Plus, it's hard to imagine a Podolske body part in support of saying no to food, but recent experience suggests just about anything is possible where my dear body is concerned.

Just hoping this is one of those Rxs that gets filled, but never opened.

Friend Keitheley was here waiting when I returned from my medical extravaganza, bless her heart. She is now out cold on the sleeper sofa in the sitting room--but for dinner at a nice little Italian restaurant that Linda and I also dined at a time or two, we have been talking, talking, talking on myriad subjects, serious and ridiculous. My favorite!

I'm still here typing away because my steroids were upped today, plain and simple. Am hoping I can blog myself into oblivion soon. Keitheley also brought the local paper, which though it's usually only about a five-minute read, can help one doze off, too.

Overall, a very good day. A nosebleed did rear its ugly head, but I think we have an understanding. Otherwise, however, all appears to be going along according to plan, I have company tonight and more expected tomorrow (my dear friends Val and Joan from NYC--and they're bringing real bagels!), and I feel more solid than I have in a while. Hard to imagine yours truly as a will o' the wisp, but I was there on my insides. Thank Whomever that feeling is lifting, is all I can say.

And in the "good news of a very particular sort" category, I add this. I can't remember who said it to me today, but when I noted how I am becoming a pear-shaped person from my ears down, this kind soul said, "Ann, if it's any consolation, it's obvious that you're on steroids."

Don't know if it's vanity, don't care, but that made me feel better. My insurance company case manager was a little less subtle--she told me to stop looking in the mirror!

Well, that's enough on Podolske the Pear Shaped for now. Thank you so for checking in--love, Ann

P.S.: Carol K--my little home is in the John Jeffries House on Mugar Way or something (no identifying materials in the bedroom, sorry).


Anonymous said...

So much fun to read your blog, Ann. So like you to entertain others, even as you go through what you're going through. You are such a joy!


Holly said...

Perhaps its time to revive your "don't look, don't know" practice?

Besides, who can resist a perfect pear? :)