One Less Thing To Worry About

Friday evening I took my last dose of the 5-day marathon. Whew.  I had started to feel cruddy on Thursday, Friday I ate, a bagel, Saturday I ate, a bagel. Sunday morning I felt the worst and it was the only day I puked. After I bid the lid goodbye, I took some antinausea meds and was able to eat later. Today I'm feeling much better, bouts of energy and eating more than a bagel. Though I still had a bagel. They are delicious. I'm uncomfortable because I'm in the "in-between sick" stage. People worriedly ask how I'm doing and all I can say is "I'm tired", or "I'm nauseated". But I don't look like I have cancer. I'm not hugging the toilet seat or dosing off in my chair 100% of my days. It's a weird place to be because I don't feel well but not unwell enough to feel worthy of the level of concern I'm getting.  The majority of us have been touched by cancer in some way by now. We ourselves, or family, or friends, or c...

Well, as promised, I have a ridiculous story for you! The hours were winding down and I heated myself up a baked potato a couple of hours have as dinner prior to taking my meds. It's nice and heavy plus bland to keep my stomach settled. Then, we realized the time, about a quarter to 8, Torin is in the middle of his dinner (sweet potatoes), and he needs a bath. I ditched my dinner and we gave Torin a bath. He is so pissed about the bath that he puked up his dinner and we needed to redraw the bath. Fun times!  When we are finished, we go downstairs. I reheat my potato and unpack my pills while I wait. Then horror washes over me. It's 8:30. We had been so concerned about getting my chemo that we hadn't gone to the pharmacy to pick up my antinausea meds! We discussed getting them tomorrow and having my first dose a day later than planned. That's fine, but at least we will try to get them tonight since the pharmacy closes at 9pm. In my jammies, I pop over to the pharmacy dri...

Hi Friends! A few people have reached out in the last week or so saying "are you ok?" because I hadn't posted in a while. We're good, there were no posts because nothing was happening yet. It was a hoopla to get doctors, insurance, pharmacy, and us all coordinated.  My chemo arrived today so my first dose is tonight. It's pill-form chemo I get to take at home. I brought the package into the house and opened it with the care and consideration you would give a live explosive. I'm glad nobody but Torin was watching me, I think it was a little comical! I was channeling my inner Wile E Coyote or Tom Cat by tip toeing through the house holding it out in front of me and setting it gingerly on the counter. I wielded the box cutter with surgical precision to open the box. With a deep breath, I pulled out the bottles to confirm nothing is open. They were contained in a smaller clear bag wrapped with all the clear tape and bubble wrap on the planet so I felt confident th...