Free Week

Yesterday began my “free week.” Yippee.

When I first heard that I would be doing the IV portion of chemotherapy (Taxol as opposed to the Lapatinib horse pills) every week for three weeks and the fourth week would be my “free week,” I thought it was a crazy idea. “Let’s get this all done and over with,” I thought to myself. “I’ve got some normal living to do.”

Now, I get it. For some reason, the Taxol seems to have a cumulative effect on the body and by week four, I’m ready to scratch myself into a complete state of insanity and jump off the nearest bridge. This is even more scary because I do, in fact, live within a quarter mile of a bridge.

They give you a week for your body to get its marbles back in order. Otherwise, a person would quit. Those doctors know what they’re doing.

 

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