Chemo Round 42 (and a little bit of England and Ireland)

After 11 wonderful days of running around London, then Dublin, then London, then Bath, then London again, we landed at 1am at LAX on Monday morning. After taking the Super Shuttle back to my parents’ house, then loading up my car, I was in bed at 3am. And by 11:30am, I was back at Norris, ready to beat cancer’s ass after an invigorating, post-Christmas-and-just-in-time-for-New-Year’s-Eve, transatlantic adventure. You know I’m not a big fan of down time. Chemo Round 42 went very well. At first, I was a little bummed because Dr. Lenz was already at LAX awaiting his flight to Singapore by the time I got to Norris. You know I love to start off my cancer-killing chemo days with a powwow with my guy, so when he’s not around I’ve got a tiny little sad face. But I bucked up, had a great time with Taline (Dr. Lenz’s nurse practitioner), found that I didn’t gain one pound while on vacation, and also found that my blood work and vitals and everything else were looking solid. I rested in my bed for a bit, but spent most of my infusion time plotting and planning for my big project for 2013. I have been relentless with my pursuit of this goal and the preparation it takes to make our public launch that much more explosive and successful. So yes, after flying back from England and while guzzling up chemo, I worked. And then, the Dreamliner plane gave me a gift. After a myriad of travel-related issues, Dr. Lenz gave up on flying on Monday. And even though he told me he was going home from LAX, he actually came back to Norris first. Even though it was a pain in the neck and a travel nightmare for him, I got my wish – good times with Dr. Lenz on a chemo Monday. The rest of the round went well. Our little concoction of slightly different pre-meds and a liter of fluids on Monday and Wednesday has spelled success for me. I was up and running by Thursday and was out and about from 11am until 10pm. Christmas celebrations, the trip to Europe, and chemo round 42 combined for a whirlwind three weeks. But, as you know, that’s how I like it. Oh yeah, and my CEA is still stable. Cancer isn’t moving a muscle. Instead, I’m the one running wild…and loving every moment.