Bryce
I’ll be honest… the details of the next couple days should be taken with a grain of salt. Space and time blurred together and at one point I hallicunated and thought the my wedding ring was malleable. Happy to confirm, it’s not.
Day 6
I’d been dancing with the red devil 12-24 hours. Things were going okay. Nausea in check but fatigue setting in. Overall optimism that I’m trucking my way through chemo with minimal side effects. That’s when the fatigue hit. Mind crushing fatigue. You’re so fatigued you contemplate just going to the bathroom in you bed but you like your nurses too much to do that to them, and you have a little self respect. So you don’t. I moved only to eat, use the restroom, and drink. I slept 20 to 22 hours.
Day 7
My 48 hour dance with the devil concluded around 11pm on Day 6. But the thing about the red devil is she keeps coming even though it may not be actively infused into your arm. In addition to fatigue she bought an unwanted friend, nausea. Food was no longer appealing ”but I needs it for me strength.” I’d tell myself. Nausea medicine comes with its own side effects including constipation… I didn’t poop on day 7 but my butt remained intact. I spent the day in bed wishing for the next one to be better.
Day 8
Today I’ve been met with a mild negligence from my nurses as I’m not requiring much beyond regular vital checks. My spinal chemo was performed in another part of the hospital and was also uneventful. Consequently, it’s been a bit lonely today but I’ve had calls with a few friends and family. Today is the best I’ve felt in the past several days and I’m hopeful for tomorrow.
Metrics that Matter
- Physical feels: 8/10 – I was told to expect the fatigue to worsen as my white blood cells get killed off
- Emotional feels: 8/10 – today is a win
- Cumulative hours of chemo: 67
- Butt: still intact but taking stool softener…. pressure building
- Re: packing list
Tomorrow’s Plans
Resting and walking
