chemotherapy
Today I feel wonderful.
Full of energy, happy and healthy. I was awake at 6am ready to face the day. In fact by 8am I had watched a film (Pompeii - don't bother, it's not very good).
But it's all relative of course.
Yesterday I felt the complete opposite: ill, empty, sick. So bad in fact I stayed in bed all day unable to even to wash and not great company when my family visited me. I slept when I could and gumbled and groaned and moaned when I couldn't. I must have beeen great company. If the grim reaper had offered me a deal I'd have bitten his hand off there and then.
I'm certain that this feeling was caused by my chemotherapy treatment which I received the preceding Tuesday. So, 4 days for it to mess my system up.
Completely.
I'm going to make a mental record of what happens over the next couple of weeks to see if a pattern emerges: chemo day on Tuesday, sick on the Saturday?
But I know if it's only going to be one day out of seven where I will suffer like a sick animal that you would have humanely put to sleep to stop its suffering that I can cope with this treatment well enough. Especially if the following day is going to be a good one.
Trouble is if that one really bad day where I would choose death over anything is always going to be a Saturday, it's going to wreck my hectic social diary entirely.
Full of energy, happy and healthy. I was awake at 6am ready to face the day. In fact by 8am I had watched a film (Pompeii - don't bother, it's not very good).
But it's all relative of course.
Yesterday I felt the complete opposite: ill, empty, sick. So bad in fact I stayed in bed all day unable to even to wash and not great company when my family visited me. I slept when I could and gumbled and groaned and moaned when I couldn't. I must have beeen great company. If the grim reaper had offered me a deal I'd have bitten his hand off there and then.
I'm certain that this feeling was caused by my chemotherapy treatment which I received the preceding Tuesday. So, 4 days for it to mess my system up.
Completely.
I'm going to make a mental record of what happens over the next couple of weeks to see if a pattern emerges: chemo day on Tuesday, sick on the Saturday?
But I know if it's only going to be one day out of seven where I will suffer like a sick animal that you would have humanely put to sleep to stop its suffering that I can cope with this treatment well enough. Especially if the following day is going to be a good one.
Trouble is if that one really bad day where I would choose death over anything is always going to be a Saturday, it's going to wreck my hectic social diary entirely.
I'm glad you're feeling good today :).......I'm sad the chemo makes you feel bad on Saturdays :(
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