Ok, one of my favorite people: my oncologist. I love her for doing what she does and giving me the best shot of living until I am 85. I love her for knowing her stuff, for staying on top of recent information and protocols. And I love her because she gives me hope.
Before I get into the most important part, let me brag a little. She was super impressed with my range of motion. I would dare to say she was almost shocked. Go me! I love to impress doctors. It's the overachiever in me. Then, she wanted to check out the goods... After taking a peek, she replied, "wow! you're doing fabulous!" I find it funny that my boobs get more compliments now than they ever did when they were real. Sigh. But then again, no one (ok, almost no one) really ever got a flash, so I can't really say whether they would have been impressed or not.
Ok, now on to the meat and potatoes of this post: the plan! I am a woman with a plan and that makes me happy. I will be receiving a cocktail of three drugs A, C, and T (also known as Adriamyacin, Cytoxan, and Taxol). There will be 8 cycles, each lasting 2 weeks. I get infusion on the first day, feel like poop for a few days, and then feel normal until the end of the cycle. The first 4 cycles will be a combo of A and C. The last 4 will be T by itself. All infusions will be done at Monmouth Medical Center.
Here's the schedule:
AC infusions: 7/29, 8/12, 8/26, 9/9
T infusions: 9/23, 10/7, 10/21, 11/4 (two days before Steven's birthday, also meaning I should finally feel good and be done just in time for our 7th anniversary! YAY)
I will then have about a month off and then will do a month of radiation. I should have peach fuzz on my head just in time for Christmas!!! Who needs two front teeth? All I want is some hair.