Well, I can finally lift my head off my pillow. It amazed me how much chemo, and the meds that you are given to fight off chemo, wipes a girl out. I never threw up....YEH!!! Basically, I feel exactly like I did when I was pregnant. Nothing tastes or smells good. The doctors say drink as much fluid as possible to flush the chemo out....yeah right. I could barely tolerate enough to drink down my pills, much less a whole lot more. I know it could be worse, and it might get worse as I go on. But as I can finally get out and feel closer to myself, I am glad to have round 1 completed.
Since I felt like crap, physically and emotionallly, I decided not to blog for a few days. Trying to keep the negative down to a minimum. I am happy to have ZERO doctors appointments this week. The rest of the week can be free time. I am thankful to still have the support of my family and friends. I do not know how others do it that don't have the support I do. The most housework I have done is laundry, and that is only when my mother-in-law is out of town. She does laundry faster than me. I am still on leave from work. My sister, mom, and mother-in-law have pretty much had the run of the land with my boys. I told Parker that I hope to be fun again soon. I find it sad that it is a treat for them to have me pick them up from school. My how priorities can change in a month. Now if I could only get over the discomfort of these bricks, I mean tissue expanders, in my chest. Then I could really feel like myself.
I still have my hair....have not shaved the feminine mustache because I am waiting for that hair to fall out. Watch, I will have not a stitch of hair on my entire body but a mustache to rival any man. Oh well, to repeat my new phrase...it could alwasy be worse. Will talk to everyone soon, and with a much more positive outlook. Sorry, cancer sucks. I knew chemo and I would not be good friends. Chemo is my necessity for survival so I tolerate it. I now know what to expect so hopefully it will not get me as upset next time. Thanks for all the prayers, notes, texts, calls, and thoughts. They really do mean a lot.
Hello,
ReplyDeleteI am 20 years old and currently battling two types of cancer of my appendix. It all started when I was visiting my boyfriends family in Utah, and I am from NYC. I go to school in Washington State (not DC), and tried to do school for a couple weeks but simply couldn't. I am back in NYC now, all of my friends away at school, my boyfriend across the country, etc. I have my family here but they are usually busy and I am so bored that I do not know how to handle myself. Chemo truly sucks, and I cannot wait for it to be over. I just try to think about how fun spring will be. I just got my fourth treatment so I have four more to go. Time has never moved so slowly. I wish you luck and hope that everything is alright in the end!
-Rachel