Yesterday was a terrible day. I had absolutely no energy and I threw up big time. Kind of an apotheosis of what's been happening to my poor body since I've been taking the Everolimus+Exemestane combination. I was really scared and my mind rebelled too and I went into meltdown.
It was not a good day. By the time I got to my senses my GP had gone home, but I had left a message with Keith Cox at Lifehouse earlier and he called me back at the end of his busy day. God bless Keith! I saw him this morning. What a cool cucumber. He listened carefully, took my vital signs (all normal) and ordered a blood test (platelets dangerously low). Then, he conferred with the Professor, and the upshot of all is that I have to stop the Everolimus and just have to continue with the Exemestane. OK, back to the joint pain, but that was bearable. This fatigue, bleeding nose, and other symptoms are not.
Tonight I did not take the dreaded E and am hoping against hope that I will feel better by tomorrow. So bored with watching mindless TV and playing mindless games on iPad. I just can't focus on anything and keep falling asleep.
Right, I am not complaining anymore. I am giving the body a well deserved rest until Tuesday, when I am hoping to be able to continue with my normal life and get back to work and my social justice project. I have so much to do! I get energised just thinking about it, even though my body is limp, my mind is mush and I am an emotional basket case.
I fall back on my motto: this too shall pass and soldier on. I will see the Professor next Wednesday, which will be interesting. Wonder what tricks he will have up his sleeve this time? He always has a Plan B.
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