Eric here... we hit a rough patch on Wednesday... Kari was due to start chemotherapy, but Wednesday morning, after a poor night of sleep and waking up with severe nausea with some bonus gacking along the way... we trudged down to the oncologists with the thought that we might have to delay treatment.
After snagging the closest wheelchair in the parking garage, we wheeled into the doctor's office to discover that Kari had a low grade fever and a slightly elevated white blood count along with other symptoms which given Kari's abrupt weaning process, led the nurse practitioner to suspect Kari's guess of mastitis might be correct.
So after pumping some fluids and anti-nausea meds into "Poly," Kari's nickname for her trusty portacath (which is a temporary IV access device that is inserted under the skin near the collar bone to ease the process of drawing blood and establishing IV's), Dr. Gordon came in to review the situation. Rather than start chemotherapy given Kari's condition, he recommended that we treat the mastitis with antibiotics and start chemo the following Thursday, which is the new plan.
He assured us that waiting a week would not affect the very positive prognosis, and might help avoid more major problems that could arise from starting therapy on someone who was already fighting an illness.
So the last few days have been spent with Kari dealing with weaning as well as taking antibiotics that have kept her appetite at bay and her stomach churning. New Years was celebrated early as we turned in before midnight after toasting with sparkling apple cider to a year dedicated to regaining health...
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