Bleomycin is bad

The last long week of chemo has come and passed. I was lazy with blogging but you didn't miss much. I saw a movie with Boh that week, got poked and prodded on the daily, felt like a toxic old man all week and that was pretty much that. This past Monday I had a short day of chemo. Although it's shorter and only one day rather than all week, Bleomycin injections are the worst of them all. It's Wednesday and I still have a sore throat. The day I get injected with Bleomycin always starts with almost no effect. As the day trickles by I get hot and groggy as the soreness in my throat goes sore and the fever starts to creep up on me and no matter how much water I drink it always wins. By the end of the day I don't want to do anything but lay in a fetal position on my bed without moving at all. I have to constantly guzzle bottle after bottle of water to keep my fever low-grade. After so many trips to Osler and one long trip to the hospital it's become obvious that there is no infection causing any of the side effects. That didn't stop them from pumping me full of so many antibiotics that I can't remember how many. It's absolutely disgusting. I get one more dose of the horrible toxin this Monday and I'm DONE. I honestly don't know if I would be up for more if my health situation called for it. Luckily it doesn't, so for now I'm not even going to address the hypothetical situation.

This week I went to lunch with Cliff and his newly married brother and sister-in-law. I hate to complain but my burger tasted like fish and I barely squirmed through my discomfort as the side effects of Bleomycin were rearing their ugly heads at me. Cliff's brother and sister are very nice and seemed pretty happy together. I couldn't accompany them for the evening adventures around town or to the allegedly delicious fancy breakfast in the morning. I was pretty peeved to miss out but there will be more time for fun when I'm recovered and well.

This morning I woke up feeling a bit better, the fever seems to have receded but my throat is still sore. Cliff is going to Orlando for another management training function and I'm going to Boh's house for the night. We have some adventures planned followed by pumpkin carving back at my house the next night. I'm looking forward to it so these side effects better stay out of my way. You can't keep a Mat down for long.