Sorry - I know I'm really behind in my updates and a lot has happened. Most of it is really good news too. But I've been in a bit of a funk lately and having trouble digging out of this black depression hole (probably post partum hormones). Plus, the chemo makes my brain a bit foggy and I'm shaky. This makes typing coeherant sentences a bit of a challenge.
Here's the scoop:
Dec 9th: Went to University of Michigan hospital in the evening to get induced. Took 38 hours for my cervix to cooperate but once it did and they broke my water - labor and delivery only took ONE HOUR. It was an awesome experience. Logan Christopher was born at 4:23 pm on December 11th and even at 34 1/2 weeks he weighed 6 lbs 3 oz. They immediately sent him to NICU and he was intubated, eventually went to C-PAP and was moved to a pediatric floor about 5 days later. He still had to be tube fed but he kept pulling out his tubes. He seems to have some anger issues. On Decemeber 20th, Logan got to come home and it's been a whirlwind of activity. He's doing well and gaining weight.
Dec 14th: I went in for my CT and Bone scans. Probably one of the most mentally challenging days so far. I was a physicial and mental wreck. I made a lot of hospital staff cry too. They knew how important these tests were to me. Despite the fact that University of Michigan is so large, it amazes me how many people there know about my case.
Dec 16th: I finally got the call that my scans were negative. No spots and no signs of metatstis. I stay at a stage 3 and I have hope that I will get through this. It took me 4 hours to stop crying.
Dec 18th: Went in for my first dose of chemo but I wasn't healed enough from delivery. Rescheduled for the next week - which means Christmas Chemo.
December 23rd: Had my psych appt with the doctor. I'm having a lot of trouble with post partum depression but this guy isn't listening to me. He asked me if I was thinking of killing myself. Word of advice: NEVER smirk at your psych doc when he asks about suicidal intentions. It just prolongs the visit.
December 24th: My first chemo session. Didn't go too bad. It's weird sitting there knowing what you and the others are all facing in the room. Some of us won't make the 5 year survival mark. Many of the women were my age.
This Thursday (Jan 7th) is my next chemo session. It's every other week. This is when I start losing me hair and getting more chemo symptoms.
Hopefully I'll get a bit more energy and stop feeling so bummed all the time.
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