Today is my 6 month cancerversary. That means it’s also my estimated original expiration date.
To commemorate it, I made a very difficult decision to go on a short course of prednisone. You might remember we had a torrid relationship from November through March. Well, after my latest setback I’ve had quite a tough time getting back on my feet.
My doctor discussed prednisone with me in late April when my cough started getting bad again. When I grimaced at the thought, he assured me it’s certainly my decision, and I stored the option for future reference.
I discussed it with him once again today and decided that I need the help. The course will be a matter of days, not months. 60mg for 2 days, 40mg for 2 days, 20mg for 2 days, and 10mg for 2 days. And because it is so short, I should avoid the worst of the side effects.
I took the first dose 10 hours ago, and I’m already starting to cough less. This stuff is AMAZING. I expect over the next few days I will feel like superwoman, and I’ll have to be careful not to overdo it.
Oh, Prednisone, we both knew I couldn’t stay mad at you!