Believe it or not, it's not uncommon to have teeth problems with this type of procedure. Of course, I'm not actually at this type of procedure yet. I have ten days to get to that point. So if the tooth continues to bring pain, I believe it gets taken out. This is another side effect to the side effects and all of them endanger success, which causes me to stress, which causes more side effects and the vicious cycle keeps going.
Tomorrow I go home from the hospital. And not alone, either. I will have an IV backpack and a bundle of shots to keep me company. Somehow I have to give myself a shot once a day. I was facing a pretty depressing scene the next week until I broke down and asked Sherri to fly back down here. She just flew back up to Chicago for Mother's Day and now I'm asking her to come back down to Houston. Tough to ask a pregnant women with two of my own kids at home to come do this but I need help.
Still, even with her, it's an ugly scene. I will be in a hotel attached to an IV in a back-pack, without very good cable, in Houston, feeling miserable, having a hard time even walking around and trying to make myself worse by giving myself a shot in the gut. With a toothache. It was supposed to be ten days of waiting for my blood counts to reach bottom. I didn't know I was headed there too.
Above is a depiction of how I feel. Cancer eats away at the body. The treatment eats away at the human being in all of us.