S.O.S can take on many meanings…”Save Our Souls,” “Save Our Ship,” “Sink Our Ships,”"Survivors On Ship,” “Save Our Sailors” “Stop Other Signals” “Sink Or Swim”, “Send Out Sailors”, “Save Our Skins”, and “Send Out Someone”. But for me yesterday, it took on a distinct KP meaning: “Shit On a Shingle”. I felt like this looks.
My final chemo is coursing through my veins, and just in enough time. White blood cell count is down to a point where if I needed another blast of cisplatin it probably wasn’t going to happen until my count rose…Neulasta’s not an option. In the mean time, I have to be careful whom I come in contact with for the next 7-10 days so I don’t get sick. Speaking of sick, oooh weee! Yesterday’s final round was a stomach-churning ordeal. I could not nap and gave up on watching the lame national news and went for a walk. That perked me up, but I had to look like a zombie. “MMMMM Brains! Send…more…cops.” Marco entertained me (at my half-way point near the Madrona shopping/restaurant strip) for 30 minutes, and I then finished my walk. For dinner was a blandly scintillating TJ’s mac and cheese. I also had to augment my already prolific amounts of anti nausea meds with a compazine. The final blow was that water was overwhelmingly sweet. I would almost rather have the common metallic taste than sweet. I am trying to get through 4 liters a day too; ick. I cannot wait to replace water with beer…the Radi-ale-tion is ready to go!
June 15, 2007 at 10:12 pm |
Hey – yes, it’s a rough patch – but really you sound like you’re nearing the end of this odd (and highly readable) stage of things. Keep going! You can do it (all night long).
Okay – now on to me. We FINALLY went to La Madusa (and Lottie’s). 2 words: yumm-my. OMG. Soooooo good (Teen Girl Squad approved). Had just splendid bite after splended bit. Hung with our new, sapphic BFFs (can’t remember their names, but just too nice) and laughed and scratched ourselves into a Sicilian octopus-and-hummus coma. Will definitely go back (esp. for the Wednesday Farmer’s Market 3 course for $25 meal).
June 17, 2007 at 7:07 pm |
Beth,
Congrats on making it through the final chemo–as for being careful of whom you come in contact with, why restrict yourself to only 7-10 days? Take it from Lucky Dog, people are nothing but trouble.
For your first beer as a non-zombie, shall it be an Old Style, or is that just for special occasions?
June 18, 2007 at 7:02 pm |
Lady!
I hope that you are feeling better. I have not had a chance to speak with you in about a week. I am really looking forward to seeing you in July if you head down here. If you don’t though I would love to come up to sunny Seattle to visit! You are such a trooper. Enjoy that beer when you have it!
Love you
Tracy
June 19, 2007 at 9:12 am |
Hey Chica! Wow that SOS looked tasty. Not. Wish I could be with you to not eat that while we knock back some cold ones! Just saw the folks in Steamboat, we think about you all the time and you are our idol. Thanks for keeping us up to date, looking forward to seeing you out in the mountains sometime soon!!
Gina
June 20, 2007 at 8:29 pm |
I love shit on a shingle! Hope the folks are dining well in Rome.