They gave me prednisone to deal with the pain, I started it Yesterday and as far as I can tell, it’s not doing anything. I still can hardly walk. And the pain level is at least an 8 (on the 1 to 10 scale). And this when of course when my Enlarged Benign Prostate declares war and I had 20 make 20 trips to the bathroom last night. Talk about pain when I finally woke up.
Prednisone is the only med they can give me for this pain. Good news is that prednisone makes me happy and hungry usually. Which is opposite of what prednisone does to other people. So, I guess it is ok. I just needed to start working asap.
Teresa is being super about taking care of everything for me. Drop my mouse out a reach, she jumps up to grab it for me. She gets me all my drinks. She is being super woman again.
OK, primary diagnosis AML (cured for now, will probably be back)
Secondary diagnosis MDS (still lurking around, but not doing much)
Tertiary diagnosis Myelofibrosis. (Hurts as the soft tissues hardens)
3 cancers by age 50. It sucks. Don’t even think about getting one.
this blog entry started as wonderful joyful prednisone. Then talked a bit about my wonderful wife, then it was heading downhill. I’m not ready to talk about my 3rd cancer, so I am cutting this short.