Didn't make it to work this AM, the nausea was nasty. Took a second dose of Compazine and Zofran an it didn't help. Went back to bed until I had to get up to get ready to show up for chemo.
TGIF. Last treatment for the week. The port will be de accessed and I will have two weeks to recover before the next cycle. I was hoping for three, but I heard the nurse wrong.
I think the chemo is hitting a little harder/faster this time. Which stands to reason. I think. I am already at the point where I want this done and over with, and it is only week one. I need to work on my patience.
I don't know how I am going to keep it together for another 5 cycles, then surgery. How am I going to do it? Everyone tells me I am a pillar of strength, someone with courage. I keep telling them I am only human, and trying to face this with as much grace and dignity as I can. Trust me, there are days that it is really difficult. I don't want to let people down.
I don't want to let my kids, friends and family down. That would be the worst thing I could do.
I can't lose my sense of humor, I have to keep it sharp, but on days like today it is difficult.
Maybe Pannera potato soup today while the nausea is at bay.
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