Yesterday I completed half of my phototherapy appointments. Having had six treatments means I’ve learned the drill and what to expect. I was actually in the phototherapy machine only 44 seconds, which was less than before. The side effects were rough afterwards.
I didn’t start to feel terrible until I got home, but then felt like I had the flu again. So, I wrapped up in a blanket and did nothing until bedtime. After ten hours of sleep I do feel a bit better.
My skin looks exactly the same as it did when the treatment was started two weeks ago. But then, I really don’t know how this is going to turn out. I know that I’ll be very happy to conclude these trips every other day.
Mentally, I’m holding up pretty well. It helps to know that my treatments are not painful and they won’t last forever. And there’s the hope that they will stop the T-cells from getting a hold on my body.
Hubby has now had a bad test that showed his PSA is very high. He’s awaiting a trip to the urologist to investigate the cause. He has postponed seeing a doctor for 40 years because he’s afraid of doctors. Now, he’s terrified that he has cancer. I totally understand the fear of the unknown and having to wait to find out results. Worrying about our health is something we can all relate to.
I’m trying to not let my mind go too far down the road, because I can’t let myself face another bad problem until I know for sure. I’ll continue praying that he will be fine.
During this horribly cold weather we’re having in Kansas, I’ll just keep wrapping up in my blanket and drinking hot beverages. We’ll have our quarantine Valentine’s Day with some chocolate and a good home-cooked meal. I hope you have a love-filled day tomorrow.
@2021, copyright Lisa Ehrman
Disclaimer: I’m not a medical expert. This post contains my experiences and opinions and is not meant to be taken as medical advice. If you have a medical concern, please consult your personal physician.