<p>Thank you, Bethievt, I am feeling slightly better but still horrible. The radiation oncologist was very, very nice; same department as with the wbr in April. I liked him immediately; very high degree of confidence in him. When I arrived for my appointment, my primary oncologist had already conferred with him, so my charts, scans etc. had been read and after asking me a few questions they were ready to go with staging. The nurses were simply wonderful; they hugged me and told me they would do all in their power to help me beat this, and they assured me the new doctor will treat this very aggressively. </p>
<p>So tomorrow I start with five days of intensive radiation to an area where lymph nodes are restricting an airway, and causing the shortness of breath, then resume chemotherapy when this is done. </p>
<p>I learned a few things too - the body/lung creates the extra mucus to carry out dirt, other stuff, since it doesn’t have the normal amount of airspace to use to get rid of dirt through the normal process of exhaling. Nausea, vomiting is not caused by mucus, but rather from the violent act of coughing so hard. </p>
<p>They put me back on icky steroids, but assured me that the short course for two to three weeks would not harm me. I was also assured that the steroids alone would help me start to feel better - so - I took a dose this morning, and, perhaps they’re right, since I managed to eat a little bit so far today. </p>
<p>Very interesting experience, the new doctor asked more questions about my life and my support systems than he did my medical history - ie I have a daughter? where is she? how old is she? is she working? what about other support? what are their ages and their professions? what kind of work do I do? and so on…perhaps this is because he has enough medical data on me…(hopefully he wasn’t asking because he anticipates having to deliver very bad news to my next of kin and/or my supporters)…</p>
<p>He told me that the course of treatment for these five days will be very, very aggressive. I looked him in the eye; I told him “bring it”; I told him I will under no circumstances allow this disease to defeat me. He looked me right back in the eye and said “good”!</p>
<p>It’s interesting, I notice that when my daughter is here with me, my blood pressure and pulse rate are always lower than when she is not here…</p>
<p>Many thanks to everyone for the posts, especially for the foods to eat…I am going to send a caregiver in search of ginger tea (is that why ginger ale seems to work, at least temporarily?).</p>