So I caught a nasty summer cold . . .and AF showed her ugly face - double whammy! I am contemplating what to do differently next cycle. I would like to look into acupuncture, but I'm not sure I will have the time to get more info . . . or the courage to do it - the thought of acupuncture scares me a little.
Interesting tidbit . . . if you cough hard enough you can feel AF's flow . . . sorry if this is TMI, but I was not happy to find out about it.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Not Feeling Myself
I dont know how to explain it, but I dont feel like myself. I kinda feel like I am getting sick, but kinda feel just not normal . . . I would love to sleep for like 3 days straight . . . maybe that will be my plans for the 4th, although I think the fireworks may get in the way of that plan.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Happy Father's Day
I usually have breakfast with my Dad, a tradition that started back when it was my Mom and Dad and we continued, something I know she would have wanted. Anyway, a few weeks ago my Dad was diagnosed with Colon cancer and is currently undergoing radiation and chemo treatments. The chemo he is taking is supposed to help the radiation be more effective. He had chemo for 3 weeks - it is dispensed at 1ml/hour Monday-Friday from a pump that he must wear all the time. Since I see him on Saturdays I have not seen this pump. After the second week he felt really tired, but after the 3rd week he felt better - just with an increased appetite. When we met on Saturday he looked and seemed "normal", however I guess by Monday his lower lip was really swollen. When he met with the doctor the doctor said that was a sign of too much chemo.
What is the FDA approved treatment for this? Nothing. Well, not yet. There is a drug in clinical trials that the doctor knew about - and got my Dad into the study. Dr. Google tells me that there are 275,000 people who take this kind of chemo every year - and 1,300 die from it every year. Mostly due to a malfunctioning pump, but some have a genetic variation that does not produce enough enzyme to remove the chemo. I suspect that is the category my Dad falls into because he said he was monitoring the amount of chemo dispensed (and I believe him cause he is retired and has the time to pay attention to these things).
Well, basically I think my Dad was here to celebrate another Father's day because of uridine triacetate and that his doctor got him this drug (which incidentally is in crystal form and has to be mixed with applesauce or pudding and according to my Dad is the most disgustingly bitter thing he has ever taken).
(To my Dad, in my best radio/tv announcer voice) "This Father's Day was brought to you by the investigational drug uridine triacetate."
OK, so this post hasnt been so much about my Journey Into Motherhood but more about what has been going on in my life - which is good in some ways as I am definitely not obsessing about ttc these days. But my Dad did mention he had to go to his Doctors house to get the medicine (I guess they would only fedex to the doctors home address??) Well I guess the Doctor has some grandkids and my Dad relayed the story that his friend said oh neither she or my Dad have any grandkids. My Dad's friend really wants grandkids and has made comments about that before, that my Dad has relayed. But my Dad has never asked me about having kids. I'm sure he wonders, but has never explicitly asked. I almost told him about one pregnancy, but am kindof glad that I didnt given what happened. I hope someday I will be able to tell him that he is gonna be a Grandpa. But then I wished that I could tell my Mom that she was going to be a Grandma, and we know how well that worked out.
Well I am about 3dpo today . . . there is still hope for this cycle.
What is the FDA approved treatment for this? Nothing. Well, not yet. There is a drug in clinical trials that the doctor knew about - and got my Dad into the study. Dr. Google tells me that there are 275,000 people who take this kind of chemo every year - and 1,300 die from it every year. Mostly due to a malfunctioning pump, but some have a genetic variation that does not produce enough enzyme to remove the chemo. I suspect that is the category my Dad falls into because he said he was monitoring the amount of chemo dispensed (and I believe him cause he is retired and has the time to pay attention to these things).
Well, basically I think my Dad was here to celebrate another Father's day because of uridine triacetate and that his doctor got him this drug (which incidentally is in crystal form and has to be mixed with applesauce or pudding and according to my Dad is the most disgustingly bitter thing he has ever taken).
(To my Dad, in my best radio/tv announcer voice) "This Father's Day was brought to you by the investigational drug uridine triacetate."
OK, so this post hasnt been so much about my Journey Into Motherhood but more about what has been going on in my life - which is good in some ways as I am definitely not obsessing about ttc these days. But my Dad did mention he had to go to his Doctors house to get the medicine (I guess they would only fedex to the doctors home address??) Well I guess the Doctor has some grandkids and my Dad relayed the story that his friend said oh neither she or my Dad have any grandkids. My Dad's friend really wants grandkids and has made comments about that before, that my Dad has relayed. But my Dad has never asked me about having kids. I'm sure he wonders, but has never explicitly asked. I almost told him about one pregnancy, but am kindof glad that I didnt given what happened. I hope someday I will be able to tell him that he is gonna be a Grandpa. But then I wished that I could tell my Mom that she was going to be a Grandma, and we know how well that worked out.
Well I am about 3dpo today . . . there is still hope for this cycle.
Tired
I have been feeling tired and run down lately . . . and yesterday I went to Knott's Berry Farm. I had a good time and enjoyed most of the rides, but got a headache after a lot of them. I think it has to do more with that I was tired going into it, sigh. I didnt enjoy the ride called Boomerang . . . they take you backwards up and then hold you for what feels like forever . . . and it is like torture - you are like lets drop already cause you totally have the "I'm gonna fall" feeling. Needless to say, that was the last ride I went on for the day. I had some funnel cake(Yum!) and went to go eat dinner and was asleep by 9:30! I slept until almost 8, but still feel tired.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Emotional
Wow, am I emotional! I am not a very emotional person so this is quite a shock to me, and I dont like it. I have found myself crying at TV shows . . . yes, TV shows, not even real people that I know but strangers on stupid reality TV (which I am unfortunately addicted to - but not every reality tv show). I dont know why I am so emotional, and why I am somewhat embarrassed about it - I try hiding this from my hubby I guess cause I don't like to be emotionally vulnerable. :-(
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