Wednesday, October 31, 2012
I got on the scale yesterday and found that I had broke under 170. I was just a little over 180 when I started my chemo. This is not a drastic weight loss, as I've been on this chemo since mid-August so I'm only averaging 1 lb per week.
When I first learned that I would undergo chemo, my initial reaction was "oh Good! I'll get to lose some weight" but then my oncologist informed me that most BC patients undergoing this type of chemo tend to gain weight (probably due to the cortisone administered along with the chemo). Hearing that, I'm thinking, "bummer, I have to go through chemo and I'm going to gain more weight". How sad is that?
Luckily so far, I don't fall into the average. The red devil has been harsh on my stomach, following infusions. It initially kills my appetite completely for the first 3 days. My appetite eventually comes back but I'm careful not to eat things that might make it worse (like lots of fat items) the week following. In addition, I seem to also have lost a taste for sweets. Chocolate no longer has it's spell on me. I recently threw away ice cream because both flavors I had, were now intolerable sweet.
Next week, I'll be switching to Taxotere and Herceptin. I'm not supposed to have as much GI issues with this combo so it's possible my appetite could go into overdrive. Whatever happens, I'm not going to worry about it at this point.
For the meantime, I'm trying to focus on the things I can control. I noticed that I've recently had to take more time to catch my breath after taking two flights of stairs or running after my bus, for example. This has me worried that my heart is starting to get affected by it all (my MUGA scan tomorrow may give me some idea if that's true). Meanwhile, I'm trying to get more activity in, even if it's just 10 minutes a day. Fatigue definitely makes this harder, but I realize the less I move, the more fatigued I'll feel. It's a vicious cycle.