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I survived another “triple witching therapy hour!”

What the heck is a “triple witching hour?” According to Mark Koba, Senior Business Editor for CNBC, “Witching hours occur when financial contracts—specifically options and futures—end on the third Friday of a month.  Traditionally, all contracts expire in the same hour—thus the name witching hour—usually the last hour of trading.” triple witching 2And the end of the third week of each quarter–March, June, September and December–is the dreaded “triple witching hour,” when all of these contracts expire at the same time.  I use the word, “dreaded,” because it is almost impossible to predict how markets are going to react with so much going on at the same time–and traders hate uncertainty. I’m having a bit of fun, taking the time to explain this funny sounding financial term for a reason.  Yesterday was my “triple witching hour.”  At 3 PM–just like the financial markets–I experienced the uncertainty over how my body would react after being battered by Velcade, dexamethasone and Zometa. You see, after taking bisphosphonates (Aredia or Zometa) for three years monthly, my docs eventually agreed to space my treatments farther apart; now every three months. The thing is, I never know how I’m going to feel the evening after treatment.  Last week my sub-q Velcade hit me hard.  I felt stiff, fluish–and my peripheral neuropathy (PN) became a lot worse–for five or six hours until the symptoms began to subside. Tripple witchingSo one would expect to feel even worse last night, right?  After all, Zometa can effect me similarly, even when I don’t receive any other treatment at the same time. Yet last night I didn’t feel so bad.  A bit of a headache, and my arms, neck and shoulders were stiff.  But I felt a lot better than last week; so much so that I was able to take a brisk swim and walk the dog with Pattie. I’m happy to report that this Friday morning I feel pretty good.  Sure, I’m retaining some water from the dex, so my ribs hurt and my back is sore; but my back is always sore.  I had trouble sleeping so I’m up and posting early.  All in all, things went pretty well yesterday.  Even my IV stick was relatively pain-free. I think we need to take the small victories when we can get ‘em!  And coming out on the winning side of triple witching therapy is worth spiking the football in the end zone over!  Mixed metaphors aside, I miss football.  Only six weeks until the first college football game of the 2013 season kicks off.  A huge football fan herself, Pattie and I can’t wait!  And my next triple witching therapy hour?  Three months from now, mid-season.  I can’t wait? Feel good and keep smiling!  Pat