Another Sunday

It’s Sunday, and I can’t believe that I haven’t posted anything in nearly a week. No news is good news, but still, it seems like I could have thought of something to post! I guess I was busy living the good life. Huh. Let’s see what happened this week:

I got chemo’d up on Tuesday, and what a special day that was! As it happened, Tuesday was my birthday, and I got lots of sympathy—for which, I’m not sure. I also got lots of well wishes, several cards, some balloons, and some wonderful edibles. YUM. Thank you to all who thought of me.

Wednesday and Thursday were regular days; I worked all day and came home and crashed. No cooking, no errands, no cleaning. Too tired.

On Friday I was comatose for the whole day. Just exhausted. I didn’t want to eat, drink, move, or talk. That’s the usual response to chemo. Oh, I CAN move, but I really, really don’t want to. The effort that it takes just to walk across the room to let the dog in is enough to tire me out enough for an hour long nap. Sometimes my heart races (100 bpm) for no reason, and I just have to sit and wait it out. I feel much better when I eat, but preparing something uses up too much energy, so then I’m too tired to eat it. (Thank God for White Castle hamburgers!) This all lasts for a couple of days, and then it gets better, degree by degree.

Saturday was a carbon copy of Friday. Now it’s Sunday, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to live again.

Coming up this week, I have a CT scan scheduled for the 9^th, and I’m hoping to learn some good news from that. (The results will come a few days after the test--- oh boy, more waiting!) This is the test that will show how well (or not) this new chemo drug is working. Y’all keep your fingers crossed. Toes, too.

Thanks for being here.

¶ 5:53 PM