Time for a Change

Today, I went in for my third chemo treatment.

When I did my weigh-in, my weight was 141 pounds. I can't remember weighing so little at any time in my adult life. Marjorie and Dr. G, my oncologist, were both equally appalled that I look like Calista Flockhart.

So, we're going to change my chemo treatments from once every two weeks to every week starting tomorrow.

At first, this doesn't sound like much of an improvement, but the new regimen will involve lower doses of the various chemotherapy drugs and will completely cut out the 5FU (which I took via a pump for 46 hours after each chemo treatment). Both Dr. G and I are guessing the 5FU is what's cleaning my clock (i.e., nausea and lack of energy) and the theory is the by removing it, I might have a little more energy and feel like eating.

This means I might lose my supermodel status, but I'm willing to make that sacrifice.