The Not-So-Lovely World of Chemo Side Effects, Part II

In part one of this article, I told you about the side effects I experienced during my first round of chemo, which involved bi-weekly doses of AC (Adriamycin and Cytoxan). I received four doses, total, which would have taken just two months but for me ended up being two and a half. I had to be hospitalized because of an extremely low white blood cell count caused by one of the doses, so my oncologist pushed my next one to the following week.

If you’ve been diagnosed with breast cancer and are facing this regimen, please don’t let my experience scare you. From what I understand, the reaction I had was rare and not expected. My medical team watched me like a hawk once I reported my fever and sore throat (which was severe…but I’m pretty sure that was rare, too). Once my fever reached a certain point, they admitted me to the hospital. I’m so grateful for the high level of care I’ve received every step of the way.

The second round of chemo that I was put on started two weeks after my last dose of AC. The new “cocktail” was Taxol and Herceptin. Only the Taxol is technically chemo, not the Herceptin. For each dose, my nurse would dress up in a protective garb (paper gown, mask, gloves) in order not to be burned by the Taxol (a.k.a. paclitaxel). It was quite a change this past Monday when she was administering my Herceptin to me (still an infusion) but didn’t have to put on the paper gown, etc.

Because I’d received the Taxol and Herceptin on the same day, one right after the other, it’s hard to say which side effects were caused by which med, so I’ll just list what I experienced:

A little more hair loss. Not so much on my head (I never did go “shiny” bald, but always had fuzz…kind of Smeagol from Lord of the Rings…seriously), but this is when my eyebrows thinned way out and I lost most of my eyelashes. Not a morning has gone by that I haven’t been grateful for makeup!

Discoloration of my fingernails and toenails. This didn’t happen right away. I actually don’t remember when it started…maybe halfway through. The bummer is that it’s still happening. My oncologist says this actually started with the AC, but I dunno. All I know is that the damage to my nails is still going on. After the discoloration started, the pain began. My fingertips and toes under the nails became tender and hitting them against anything has been a very painful thing to experience. The tenderness in my toes is getting better, but for weeks I lived in a very comfy pair of Bear Paw boots given to me by some wonderful people.

One thing my doctor’s assistant told me was that some people lose their fingernails. It looks like I may be headed in that direction. Even though I’m done with the AC and the Taxol, the damage to my nails has occurred and it looks like I may lose at least a couple. My middle fingernails are the worst. I won’t describe them and I won’t take pictures…not today, anyway. (You’re welcome.)

Tingling in my fingers and toes. This side effect wasn’t very bad for me at all. For other women it can be much worse, even to the point of extreme pain in their hands and feet. I have to wonder if this occurs in higher doses, such as what’s given to women who receive Taxol biweekly rather than weekly. I opted for the weekly doses because the risk of side effects was lower, even though it meant having to travel to Seattle more often.

Muscle aches and fatigue. The muscle aches weren’t too bad while on Taxol. Now that I’m off of that and only on Herceptin, I feel like I’m 80 years old because of how stiff my joints feel — especially my hips. I’ve been aching all over. As far as the fatigue goes, it’s been my constant companion since beginning chemo. And lately I’ve had the energy of a slug (on the bright side, I’ve had plenty of time to get caught up on my reading).

Chemo brain. Much more than just being “forgetful.” When you forget something, you might feel that the thing you’re trying to remember is “right there,” or “right on the tip of your tongue.” With chemo brain, it’s different. The information you’re looking for is just gone, baby. Lonnnng gone. Like looking at a blank computer screen.

Heart palpitations. These can be scary. My heart’s in good condition, according to a couple of EKGs and MUGA (heart function) scans, but the palpitations were worrisome. My doctor thought they were caused by my port’s catheter “tickling” the area of my heart where it entered into it from the vein, and he may be right, but I noticed the palpitations would worsen right after each dose of chemo. Who knows.

Loss of taste. I think this was probably the worst. Well, up until now, considering how my fingernails look. The Taxol really affected my taste buds. It’s different for every woman. When this happens, some only want salty foods. For me, I couldn’t taste much salt at all, so I opted for more sweet things, which I could taste. And let me tell you, as someone who’s been a health and fitness blogger, that was frustrating. I had once been someone who couldn’t stand the taste of things that were overly sweet, but had become someone who couldn’t eat anything else without wanting to spit it out.

I could eat some savory meals, as long as they were seasoned properly. Sometimes I just had to add salt, but then too much salt tasted gross. I discovered from a cancer cookbook that adding lemon juice to soups, etc., could improve the flavor much better than additional salt would. If you’re in the same boat as me, give it a try.

Some things just also had a really weird aftertaste. This was usually made better by chewing gum or drinking juice (or whatever was near at hand). Water tasted disgusting — it had that same bad aftertaste. BUT, we cancer patients have to drink a lot of water, so what a catch-22 that was. My solution: Make a pitcher of herbal tea, sweeten it with a little honey or agave nectar, and drink that as you would your water. Be sure to switch between various flavors.

I’ve also been thrown into early menopause because of the toxic effects the chemo had on my ovaries (not sure if it was the AC or the Taxol that did it — maybe both). I honestly don’t mind it. We’ve had our kids and at this stage of our lives certainly weren’t planning on more. Also, I had monster migraines (with sharp teeth and claws) that would always coincide with “that time of the month,” and they are now completely GONE. That’s definitely a blessing in disguise. The worst part of early menopause has been the hot flashes, but for some reason, I haven’t been noticing them as much lately. My oncologist prescribed a low dose of Effexor to help with the hot flashes, but just one made me so dopey that I never took another. I’d rather fan myself or stand outside in 20 degree weather in just my skivvies than be doped up like that again. But maybe you’ll handle it better. Everyone’s different!

Last, but not least, I am also experiencing some serious hip and joint stiffness caused by the Herceptin. While not chemo, it’s still something causing side effects for me, so I’m listing it here. I can’t sit for longer than five or 10 minutes without feeling like I’m 80 and arthritic when I stand up. It’s not very painful, just makes it hard to walk. Kind of like the tin man when he needed his oil!

(Doesn’t he look like he’s just been goosed in this picture?!)

So there you have it…my side effects as I remember them. If you don’t have cancer, you may have found these two posts extremely boring, and that’s okay. But if you’re a fellow breast cancer survivor-to-be, like I am, I hope this helped you to at least know you’re not alone. The good news is that, while I may have made some of these side effects sound completely horrible, you’ll get through them. They WILL go away. And, needless to say, you may not get all of the side effects I did. I hope your experience is smooth sailing, but if it isn’t, send me a note and vent — even if you’re finding this years after I wrote it.

We’re a sisterhood and are here for each other. Always.

The Good, the Bad, the Ugly…and Hope


When I first got it in my mind to start blogging about my journey out of breast cancer (“out of” sounds better to me than “through”), I knew I was going to have to be transparent for the sake of helping and encouraging someone else. The good, the bad, the ugly…you’d see it all. Well, almost all. There are just some things a lady doesn’t share, right? Right.

This should have been a great week. The best of weeks. Monday was a really big day, after all — I finished five months of chemo! Woo hoo? Yes, woo hoo…and aside from being drugged up on Benedryl, I was very happy to be done. It began to hit me that night and especially the next day that finishing chemo was a VERY big deal.

But Tuesday was the beginning of my downfall. I was a little sad that it wasn’t being made a bigger deal of. I wondered where the balloons were and even contemplated buying one for myself and writing “Yay ME” on the back of it with a wide-tipped Sharpie.

For a (somewhat frugal) treat, I did take myself out for a little bit of treasure hunting at Goodwill. After finding a few too many cute things for my house, I then picked up my daughter from her driver’s ed class. She’d had a really rough day, too, so I took her to Starbucks where we could vent over a couple of decaf grande something-or-others.

To be fair, my husband did surprise me with a cheesecake and Martinelli’s that evening (along with a very nice card and a Starbucks card tucked inside it), but I was already feeling too low to enjoy it. It didn’t help that the only thing I could taste — thanks to the chemo — was the cheesecake’s cherry topping.

I was on a slippery slope and sliding fast. I fell into a monster depression that, honestly, I’m still not out of — in fact, am still in the thick of. This thing hit me out of the blue. Or, who knows — maybe it was just waiting in the wings. As I told a friend today, I think I’ve just been on a plateau with my eyes on the goal of finishing chemo. Well…been there, done that, got the t-shirt to prove it. Now what?

Like a little plane that was puttering along, I ran out of gas and nose-dived.

And now…the next thing I face is major surgery, recovery, more maintenance medication through November (Herceptin every three weeks), and six weeks of radiation sometime this spring. Knowing that I still have so much ahead is really making me miss my dad, who would have been here for me through all of it.

So there you have it…the bad and the ugly all wrapped up together. From what I’ve been reading, depression is a very much-expected part of breast cancer treatment. Maybe in a way it’s also an emotional release, and I’m learning that’s okay. If I’ve done anything since my diagnosis, it’s that I’ve learned to give myself a break. If I need to rest, I rest. If I need to let something go that doesn’t need to be in my schedule, I let it go. If someone in my life is causing me unneeded stress, I let them go, too. If I need to cry, I cry. If I need to wallow in self pity, I wallow…but not for too long. If I have some down days, there’s probably a reason for it and I’m not going to stuff it.

I gave you the bad and the ugly today, so I should end with some good. I did see my oncologist on Monday, just before my last chemo treatment. He reiterated that my tumor had shrunk somewhere around 99%. Yes — that IS awesome. That’s practically GONE. He then told me, “I love starting my day with patients like you.” Let me tell you something — if you’ve got a doctor who can give you hope and lift your spirits like that, you’ve got the best out there. Period.

Finally, I leave you with this display by artist Tim Etchells. Sometimes we lose hope, but mostly it rises. I’m holding on to it. Have a great weekend!

Courtesy http://timetchells.com

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Sally Dinius is writer-in-chief here at CrazyBusyMama.com, a blog created to inspire and motivate busy mamas everywhere to feel healthy, fit, and in control of their lives. Follow her on Twitter at http://twitter.com/sallydinius, and come join the CrazyBusy Mama Facebook page by clicking here. And don’t forget to check out the new CrazyBusy Mama Quick Guides available for your Kindle or Kindle app!

Things I Get to Check Off…

I’ll be heading into Seattle later today for my next-to-last chemotherapy infusion. Before I do, however, I thought this would be a good time to fill you in on my “timeline.” In other words, what’s still ahead for me — and when — regarding kicking this cancer in the arse. (That’s Olde English for…oh, never mind.)

First of all, in case you’re wondering, the type of cancer I was diagnosed with is Invasive Ductal Carcinoma. I had one tumor in my left breast and at least one affected lymph node (it looks like a few more were affected, as well, but they weren’t as concerned with those…they’ll all be coming out, anyway). The cancer is estrogen and progesterone negative (not affected by those hormones) and Her2/neu positive. No, I do not know what that means. Could I ask? Could I Google it? Yes. I don’t want to. Right now, I just want to focus on getting well and not get discouraged by all the definitions. I realize that sounds a little childish.

Originally, I’d thought I was told my cancer was “triple negative,” but I found out sometime back that isn’t the case…which is, apparently, a good thing. Her2/neu positive cancers can be treated with Herceptin — more on that in a moment.

So…timeline. Already checked off, aside from the diagnosis and a battery of tests that included a biopsy, a few different MRIs, an abdominal CT scan, two MUGA (heart function) scans, etc., was my first round of chemo which consisted of Adriamycin/Cytoxin, otherwise affectionately referred to as “AC.” It is also known as “red Kool-Aid” and “the red stuff from hell.” (I apologize if that offends you — I’m just reporting it as I hear it. It does, by the way, live up to that last reference very well.)

Next up was Taxol/Herceptin, which I am almost through with. Taxol is the chemo, Herceptin goes along with it to bind with the Her2 receptors in the cancer cells. I’m almost done with the Taxol, but not the Herceptin. I have two more Taxol/Herceptin combo infusions left.

After the Taxol is finished, I’ll continue going in for Herceptin infusions every three weeks through November.

The next “big thing” I’m looking at is surgery. I’ll explain that a little better in another post. I’ll be meeting with my surgeon before the end of the month to discuss what will be happening and to schedule it. I also need to meet with the plastic surgeon again to let him which route I decided to take.

After surgery will be six weeks of radiation therapy. It will be three times a week on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Oh…yay. I’m not sure when these treatments will be done — most likely late spring.

So…I’ll be off in Benedryl dreamland later today. Getting there and back might be interesting as Seattle is in the midst of some much hoped-for (by some) wintry weather. Let’s hope I-5 doesn’t become a parking lot.

Have a great Monday, my friends. :-)

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Sally Dinius is writer-in-chief here at CrazyBusyMama.com, a blog created to inspire and motivate busy mamas everywhere to feel healthy, fit, and in control of their lives. Follow her on Twitter at http://twitter.com/sallydinius, and come join the CrazyBusy Mama Facebook page by clicking here. And don’t forget to check out the new CrazyBusy Mama Quick Guides available for your Kindle or Kindle app!