First, let's all be thankful to my oncologist for not putting me back on the oxilaplatin. Three or four rounds of that would've been enough to get the neuropathy in my fingers humming again, and that would've sucked. The cold here isn't too big an issue if you're geared up and prepared, but it would've been terrible with cold-sensitive fingers.
I took my last dose of the capecetabine pills yesterday evening, so the effects should start wearing off. That said, I had my irinotecan infusion two weeks ago and that just keeps causing problems. I feel a little bad. When you get on the boat, they make a big deal about notifying them if you have any gastrointestinal distress, lest you cause a epidemic of norovirus to spread through the boat. (They're also more stringent about hand sanitizer than many of the hospitals I've been in.) In my case, though, I have nothing but gastrointestinal distress so I've just been ignoring it.
With luck, I won't start a plague.
The bigger problem now is the fatigue. A cruise ship is not the most active of environments, but it's actually a fair amount of work to gear up for the landings. By the time I'm completely dressed and waiting for the zodiac, I'm exhausted. And that's before I start hiking across the snow, which is itself a fair amount of work. Two landings a day pretty much wipes me out. And as noted, today it finally caught up with me enough that I pretty much spent most of the day napping.
But as I wrote before, there are folks in worse shape on this boat. If the cancer (treatment) forces me to miss a landing or two, I'll survive.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.