Ok...first round of chemo is going good. I have had little to no side effects (I even still have hair)...a bit of nausea but, I am on top of it.
We had our meeting with the Naturopath oncologist Dr. Parma and we are going ahead with the treatments at the same time as chemo. So...on chemo days I go to the hospital to get my chemo meds and then over to Fort Langley for intravenous vitamin C and Loco-regional Hyperthermia treatment (LRHT). One can find the information on the treatment here. I return on day three and day five for repeat treatments. So far so good...the last CT scan shows the cancer is stable.
They also offer total body heat treatment and I had that one on Thursday. One lies in a "tent" with one's head sticking out and the body temperature is raised to fever pitch (simplistic description). It took just over four hours for the temperature to be raised up...leveleled and then lowered. I bought an IPOD shuffle and had eleven Garth Brooks albums loaded so...I was good. IT WAS HOT! The only thing uncovered was my head....socks, gloves, arms...everything else covered. When ones comes out one is super weak and tired. I think I slept the rest of the day and then Friday all hell broke loose!
Fours kids, three grandchildren and two spare dogs came home for Easter. Then...throw in one mother-in-law, nephew and fiance and we were crowded. But...it was fun cuddling...easter egg hunt...early birthday gifts.
Today....I am doing laundry, getting ready to leave tomorrow for the funeral. Not looking forward to it but, I am swimming...and yes, dad, drinking my tea.
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Irish Lament.....
April Fool's Day...who but my father would choose that day to die! I talked to him on Monday and everything was fine....Wednesday, he was gone.
It still doesn't seem real. I know I am leaving tomorrow to go to the funeral....I still expect him to be there waving at me from his doorstep or sitting in his gazebo with the heater going in the middle of winter. His silence will echo when I walk into the house and...the adult part of me is prepared but the little girl part of me is not.
We did not have an easy relationship...lots of baggage and so many scars but, we managed to muddle our way into a father/daughter relationship late in life that I get to treasure. I have good memories that take the sting out of the bad and I have no regrets.
He was so adamant that I drink Chaga mushroom tea and that it would cure my cancer. His determination and love alone would be powerful enough to do that. I drink my tea each day and I think of him standing on my left side with his hand on my shoulder...way to go, kiddo....keep drinking.
It still doesn't seem real. I know I am leaving tomorrow to go to the funeral....I still expect him to be there waving at me from his doorstep or sitting in his gazebo with the heater going in the middle of winter. His silence will echo when I walk into the house and...the adult part of me is prepared but the little girl part of me is not.
We did not have an easy relationship...lots of baggage and so many scars but, we managed to muddle our way into a father/daughter relationship late in life that I get to treasure. I have good memories that take the sting out of the bad and I have no regrets.
He was so adamant that I drink Chaga mushroom tea and that it would cure my cancer. His determination and love alone would be powerful enough to do that. I drink my tea each day and I think of him standing on my left side with his hand on my shoulder...way to go, kiddo....keep drinking.
