Recovery has been very slow. I’m still mostly bedridden fighting nausea. The heartburn has finally subsided using the Prilosec.
Life goes on, and today I have an appointment to get my teeth cleaned. With my dentist if you postpone an appointment, it may be months before you get fit in, so I go. The only reason I include this is the hygienist noticed I’d lost a lot of weight, and thinking that was good she mentioned it to me. As I tried to explain it was due to cancer treatment, I broke down. Then she broke down. In the end it was wonderful to see her genuine concern, but still embarrassing. I’m finding more and more that the Lupron wreaks havoc with my emotions and self-control. And that just leads to feeling less and less in control of a situation I am desperately clawing at to gain control.