I'm out and discharged from hospital. I feel really tired and lethargic and can hardly walk due to my wasted leg muscles. I walk like a badly coordinated 96 year old. That's not the worst bit, getting up to standing is a swine. Don't even ask about the worry I had when I sat on the toilet (yes, I thought I was stuck and was going to need help to get up. I just managed it though. Not fun). As soon as I was released I tried to start getting some walking done and to go up the stairs a few times (that's a killer). Next morning the few scrawny muscles I did have were throbbing and I could hardly move my legs at all. Standing wasn't only difficult it was bloody painful too. So, as good as high dose steroids are for somethings, they are bastards when it comes to scoffing muscle tissue. I now officially have chicken legs (or chicken bone legs to be more precise!)
Friday, 10 October 2008
On the plus side, I now have a stem cell harvest date and a scan date. Fingers are crossed that the last chemo session (which I found really gruelling, more in another post) seemed to have worked (please, please). Anyway, I now have to give myself 3 daily injections (yum, yum) in my soft white belly. 1 is called Fragmin and is an anti-coagulant, the other 2 are GCSF which is the drug that makes my poor tortured bone marrow release stem cells. I have 2 of those because they don't do a single on in a big enough size. Doh!