This is my second week on paclitaxel chemotherapy. It is a single agent chemo, and as a result I am done with chemo in about two hours rather than the 6 hours it took with the 3 rounds of cisplatin/alimta mix that I had back in late 2009.
I have to say that this week went far better than my first week. No nausea or other neuropathy as far as I could detect. I have to remember to eat, but food does not taste bad to me. Fatigue remains, however, I was able to work from Tues-Friday.
This was the week my hair was supposed to fall out. I have the wig ready, and my friend, Jane, is knitting a lightweight cap to wear underneath to protect my bald pate. Only my hair has not fallen out, yet (knock on wood). It's gotten more fine and flyaway but it's not coming out in clumps like it did when I was on Tarceva. So, we remain on alert at hair central here, with Odette agreeing to come and shave me when and if the moult occurs. It's a peculiar halfway place to be in, but that's emblematic of my current situation anyway.
Third round of chemo is this Monday, and then I get a week off before starting another 3 weeks. Many thanks to my friends Jennifer, Andrea, Peggy, and Renee who have come by this week to walk my dogs. That has taken a load off my mind.