Prescription arrives, don't do what?
|Papers, papers, papers, read, shred...|
All that paper there on that picture came along with my supply of poison for the next "cycle." These Don Quijote pills (Ibrance/palbociclib) come armed to the teeth, one of the most intriguing cautionary statements: "do not open capsule, if contents spill on the skin they may cause severe burns."
Ooookaaay, but go ahead and pop one of these inside your stomach on a daily basis, THAT will be just fine.
Undeterred by the dire warnings, I am through my first 21-day cycle of popping these beauties, along with the prescribed Sancho Panza chaser (Femara/letrozole). Yummy!
Now I am told to lay off the big one and just take the little one for the next week; then the cycle repeats.
So how goes it?
|Still kicking! Actually that pic taken|
last summer at a festival
But oh hey! I CAN walk and we are now enjoying a very unusual and magnificent spell of mid 70 degree sunny as can be weather. The blissful nearby park is my daily medicine.
Aside from overwhelming physical weakness and lack of ambition, or as we say in Spanish "sin ganas," I can say so far so good. No major side effects have befallen upon me and there are some seriously scary ones listed on the 15-page pamphlet that comes with my meds. For that, I am most thankful and looking forward to a week off the killer med. This week "off" should allegedly allow my white blood cells and red blood cells to recover; and they are loooow right now, well below the low threshold of the "normal" range.
Normal, what a concept...