Nothing much new, except that painful swallowing continues. It’s possible, of course, that it could be far worse without the extremely inconvenient medication regimen after every meal. One of the medications, nystatin suspension, apparently is in short supply for some reason. I tried to get the prescription refilled yesterday, only to find that no nearby pharmacy has it. Finally, after some gnashing of teeth, a compounding pharmacy outside the west gate got my radiologist to agree to a replacement, clotrimazole. I haven’t taken the new stuff yet, but I know it’s different from the nystatin. For one thing, it smells like grape jelly, one of my least favorite odors on the planet. For another, it must be refrigerated.
If my calculations are correct, including today, I have only six more radiation treatments left. It’s my understanding that my painful swallowing may last three or four weeks after treatment ends. Or, according to what I’ve read of long-term side-effects, the pain could continue forever. I hope that’s not the case. I sincerely do.
My next chemo treatment is next Monday. The final chemo treatment will follow three weeks hence. There’s light at the end of the tunnel.