Oh boy, it has been a while since my last post. Oct was a very busy month for me. It was mostly spending time with my family. For the first time in over 10 years, all my siblings and their kids plus my mum were in the same city. I must say it was great to have everyone together once again albeit for a few weeks. As you can imagine, my sister’s apartment was rather crowded. Anyway, I am digressing from the main subject about my last chemo.
Round 8 of my chemo was on 21 October. I decided this round to be the last chemo I would want to do. I am looking to alternative medicine as my choice of treatment. My reason for stopping chemo is to give my body a chance to be back to normal. The chemo drugs literally “kills” all the good cells in the body. While I am under treatment, my white cells are low and producing minimal red blood cells. The former is expected but having low white blood cells can be dangerous. It means that I am more susceptible to catching any sickness and have a harder time to recover from the ailment. I am learning that now with the ongoing cough that has prolonged for almost 2 weeks. With low red blood cells, my haemoglobin levels are low and classified as anaemic.
On the Friday morning of treatment, the usual routine of drawing blood but it was done by my favourite nurse. I was rather anxious about the results this time. After seeing a decrease in the previous round, I was hoping the downward trend will continue. When the results were back, there were 2 other patients ahead of me. When it was my turn, I sat down and my oncologist smiled. She showed me the results and the cancer markers dropped by 50%. I was so deliriously happy. I shared with my oncologist that I wanted to stop treatment after this round and try alternative treatment. She had no violent objections to that idea. I need not do any more chemo on the premise that my cancer markers are around the same levels. My oncologist and I are crossing our fingers and toes that it stays the same. With the usual physical check up over, it was time to start the chemo session.
The nurse placed the hot pack on my right hand to help my veins come alive so the hunt and inserting the needle is much easier. I took a good look at my hand and the needle marks from previous sessions are still there. You could literally join the dots and form some sort of shape. My poor veins has used and abused. I soldiered on for the next 4.5 hours.
Time to hide under the covers. Wish me luck for the next blood test! I will post another blog about the results.