There are no interesting medical facts for today, tomorrow is more interesting. They dripped cyclophosphamide today, it leaves me bloated. They will drip vincristine and donarubacin tomorrow. I have no idea if I am spelling donarubacin correctly, I am unwilling to find out at this time but willing to admit my laziness. Soon, thanks primarily to vincristine, I will begin to lose sensation in my toes and fingers. Right now I am in the honeymoon phase. I feel pretty good and that will last, with a bit of luck, until about day 14. From there everything goes downhill. I'm as prepared for this as a person can be. I feel no apprehension. I have spent the last 7 months focusing a great deal of effort on building a healthy body with the intention to devastate it using toxic medical procedures in an attempt to save it. So far, everything is going exactly according to plan. Just in case you're wondering, that is supposed to sound funny. It is also completely accurate.
Right now I'm telling myself to expect 120 days in the hospital. My first time through that was one of the worst frustrations, hoping and expecting to get out and not being let out. I could be out by June!
Fun fact, yesterday I urinated just over 8 liters. That is 17 pounds, which is more than ten percent of my body weight. They're pumping a lot of different liquids into me.
My brother and Greg visited, good times. No Emily today, I would emote a frowning face but, again, I am too lazy. I don't know. That's about it. I need to get to sleep. It's 11:15 now. It was a good day. I will share more soon.
Enjoy Max the Pirate:
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