A Summary of My Treatment
Lumpectomy 6/2008. My margins were clean :)
Chemotherapy: Taxotere and Carboplatin. I got these one time every three weeks for 6 treatments. Finished chemo 10-30-2008!!!
Radiation: Finished 7 weeks of radiation January 30, 2009!
Hormone treatment: Zoladex and Tamoxifen. I will continue it for 3-5 years. Boo.
Biological therapy: Herceptin is an antibody that I get an infusion of every 3 weeks for the next.. well, seems like forever.
I've been on Tamoxifen now for 3 months and Zoladex for 2 months. I had hot flashes all during chemo and for the first month on Tamoxifen. Suddenly, they stopped. I got rather worried that my hormone levels were too high again. I had my onco check them and sure enough....through the roof. So, my doc started me on Zoladex to suppress ovarian function and so far, I haven't experienced any aggonizing hot flashes. I am still waiting. lol. My doc said hot flashes aren't an indication of whether or not the Zoladex is working, so maybe I am just a lucky gal and I won't get hot flashes. Unlikely I suspect. I get my levels tested again next month and then I'll feel confident that the Zoladex is doing it's job. So far, not so much.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
To celebrate the end of rads milestone, my friend Wendy and I met my sister, her friend, and my nephew in Vegas for a couple days of debauchery. Since I am broke these days, I didn't partake in any gambling, but we went to Tao nightclub, saw Menopause the Musical (pretty fitting. lol.), and hollered at the Aussie boys as they stripped for us in the Thunder from Down Under show.
While in the show, I had to wear my glasses because I wanted to catch all the action. Each guy did an individual "dance" for the audience and some of them included pulling girls up on stage and jumping on the tables around the theater. So, a very scantily clad man was standing on the table next to mine pouring water all over his body, when all of a sudden, we made eye contact. At first I wasn't sure what was going on, but then he and his wet bod made a bee line over to my table. He jumped up on the table and walked down it to me. As I looked up to him in horror and anticipation, he bent down and took his towel and draped it around the back of my neck pulling me toward him. He proceeded to steal my glasses when I was caught in a moment of panic. I almost reached up and wrestled them out of his hands, but then it occurred to me that may seem pretty uncool in that atmosphere. So, the Aussie models my glasses for the screaming ladies in the crowd, and then sees fit to rub the lenses on his wet, sweaty chest and abs. When I got them back, they were unfit to wear for vision improvement. When I got out of the show, I looked down at my poor glasses, and the lenses were greasy and cloudy. Boy, that gives new meaning to the word smudge! lol.
Vegas, baby. Vegas!!!