Yesterday Todd, Kristy, Paige and I met with the oncologist, Dr. Dan Zuckerman. He is a smart, young doctor; about the same age as my son. Both of my neighbors, Ron and Don go to Dr. Dan and hold him in high regard. I have requested him for my doctor as well. His father, Dr. Norman Zuckerman was my husband’s oncologist years ago. I ask if he gives neighborhood discounts and he laughs. He examines my wounds, notices I still have one grenade hanging at my side and that the port-a-cath is already in place for the chemo treatments. He talks of the regiment that he has planned for me; the drugs he will administer, how I may feel and react to all of it. Both Paige and I try to take notes while he is talking but it all gets away from me. She does better than I do. The plan is 18 weeks of chemo; 6 treatments of chemo given three weeks apart followed by Herceptin given once a week for a year. Radiation if necessary may follow.
The first chemo treatment is scheduled for May 11, 2012 and there are still tests to be done. Friday morning I will undergo a CT scan, an Echo-cardiogram as well as a bone scan. We are in MISTI for almost two hours meeting with the doctor and scheduling my tests. I am tired by the time we leave. We stopped by the office where I work to pick up a gorgeous arrangement one of our customers had brought to me. The thoughtfulness brings tears to my eyes. I missed my “happy nappy” but crash in the recliner once I am home. I tire easily in the afternoon. However, I am much better in the morning. Today was sobering and I think to myself; I hope people who promised to pray are not giving me “lip service” because I am relying upon their prayers to help get me through this next year or so. I believe; not one prayer goes unheard by the God I love and serve.