Ok. Well, I am now day 6 post chemo and ready to move on. This chemo has been different since the first and yet the same. I said how I was taking my nausea med(Zofran) every 6 hours this time to hold off getting sick like the last time. I thought, at first, this was working well. I did not feel as sick Thursday and Friday after chemo like the first time, and I even managed to make it to the boys soccer game Saturday. I thought that would never happen, and I was so glad to get to go. But, there is always a but, all the scheduled medicine taking did was put off me feeling like crap until Monday and Tuesday. I am sure having a cold/sinus problem before starting chemo did not help matters. By Monday night, I had fever over 100 and could not stop coughing and felt like crap. Could not eat dinner, just laid in the bed and coughed and sweated. Tim ended up calling the doctor after hours....I never do that. So, antibiotics just in case. Yeah, more pills to swallow. Tuesday was the worst. I could not eat or drink, what little I did came right back up. Yeah, I made it to Parker's t-ball practice but vomited twice to make up for it. So, now I am done. Praying to be on the up swing of this second chemo and feeling more like myself. Thank God for my sister, who has come to my help every day this week. She even came over and got the kids dressed and took them to school today. I just don't have the energy to take care of my kids in the morning.....God that kills me. That is the one thing I always have done, take care of my kids in the morning. Their morning routine is so messed up right now. Not to mention, I miss that time with them. They no longer come to my bed in the morning to cuddle with me....I miss that so much. The kids have done well so far so I will suck up my missing cuddle time for their happiness. I just try to make up for it on my good week....that is so why I am ready for it to come back to me.
I have just one goal today, well actually two. I need to eat and keep food down. Trying on that one. My second goal is to be able to pick up my children from school and take them to get their hair cut this afternoon. It is way overdo. Plus, I want to feel well enough to enjoy spending time with them. The weather outside is gorgeous. Just screaming for some park time. We will see. Hopefully, the next time I write it will be me feeling 90% of my old self or more. I hate this time taken away from me, my family, and friends. I know it is to help me, heal me, cure me. I also know it could be so much worse so I try not to complain to much. I tell myself that this time next year will be something totally different and so much better. Thanks again for everyone's thoughts and prayers. I have to send out thanks to Elisha for spending a boring day watching me cough, but keeping me company just the same. Also, Jen, you are my angel. Lunch, dinner, and drugs.....you comfort me more than you could know. Amy(i.e. Rose) your mom's hat she made for me feels so good. Parker loved the "bling" of the gold. Thank you for that. Hopefully, I will be reporting back better and full of good sport stories from the boys games on Saturday...again both at the same time.
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