Have not been writing much. Times is flying by, right past me. I have
been out of touch with friends and family. Just living in a funk day to
day.The first two week cycle on the chemo medication went fairly smooth.
In the latter part of the week felt queasy a few times, but did not
last long. Had a strange sensation felt a few times when standing up
from a seated position; like cold water was running down the front of my
legs. First time that happened – for a nanosecond I thought I had wet
myself.
The next second I realized if that was the case it should be warm. “What the heck is going on with my body”?. Of course all it took was a glance down to see my pants and legs were perfectly dry. Then I laughed at myself. The second week,
Sporadic nausea (never vomited). Loss of appetite because food started tasting like card board.
Fatigue really set in. Felt completely exhausted. Some joint pain. Back pain accelerated, especially lower back. Additional pain in my leg and hip (more than normal) in the areas of the breaks and surgery
Some sleeping problems as well. Over all it went pretty smoothly especially since I was expecting so much worse.
The week off the chemo was a good one. Then after my Oncologist visit, she upped the dosage strength because I had endured that two weeks so well. Ugh, so as the soldier I am, take it and keep going along my merry way. 3500mgs for the second cycle. As of today I am at the end of my first week of the second cycle. This past week was not as cushy as before. I felt nauseated most often, but only one day that kept me off my feet and garbage pails close by. It was a rough one and I felt terrible. I don’t have an appetite at all. I can feel a little hungry, sit there and stare in the fridge or pantry closet without walking away with food in my hands. Everything is just blah, I don’t even want to eat. I do feel weak, sometimes I feel like I am going to pass out. Not so much from the lack of food, it just comes out of nowhere and hits me. My emotions sit right beneath the skin. A culmination of the estrogen that is now pouring into my body like a dam broke free (since hormonal therapy stopped). Add that to the chemo attacking all my cells. All that making me feel like shit. Yep I can cry at any given moment. If a french fry is not crunchy enough…I just might lose it. Tears will start flowing without warning. I have no idea why most the time.
I am assuming next week will be even worse and not looking forward to it at all. What lies ahead will most likely be even worse. My Doctor will once again up my dosage for the third cycle because in her eyes this round was too easy as well. Just pray it’s working.
My blood work last week was very good. “Almost perfect” as the nurse said to me. I am thinking that’s got to be good news. Never been so perfect before. Leave it to me when chemo should be wreaking havoc with my blood my turns normal. Well guess that’s because I have never considered myself too normal. Normal is not fun.
The next second I realized if that was the case it should be warm. “What the heck is going on with my body”?. Of course all it took was a glance down to see my pants and legs were perfectly dry. Then I laughed at myself. The second week,
Sporadic nausea (never vomited). Loss of appetite because food started tasting like card board.
Fatigue really set in. Felt completely exhausted. Some joint pain. Back pain accelerated, especially lower back. Additional pain in my leg and hip (more than normal) in the areas of the breaks and surgery
Some sleeping problems as well. Over all it went pretty smoothly especially since I was expecting so much worse.
The week off the chemo was a good one. Then after my Oncologist visit, she upped the dosage strength because I had endured that two weeks so well. Ugh, so as the soldier I am, take it and keep going along my merry way. 3500mgs for the second cycle. As of today I am at the end of my first week of the second cycle. This past week was not as cushy as before. I felt nauseated most often, but only one day that kept me off my feet and garbage pails close by. It was a rough one and I felt terrible. I don’t have an appetite at all. I can feel a little hungry, sit there and stare in the fridge or pantry closet without walking away with food in my hands. Everything is just blah, I don’t even want to eat. I do feel weak, sometimes I feel like I am going to pass out. Not so much from the lack of food, it just comes out of nowhere and hits me. My emotions sit right beneath the skin. A culmination of the estrogen that is now pouring into my body like a dam broke free (since hormonal therapy stopped). Add that to the chemo attacking all my cells. All that making me feel like shit. Yep I can cry at any given moment. If a french fry is not crunchy enough…I just might lose it. Tears will start flowing without warning. I have no idea why most the time.
I am assuming next week will be even worse and not looking forward to it at all. What lies ahead will most likely be even worse. My Doctor will once again up my dosage for the third cycle because in her eyes this round was too easy as well. Just pray it’s working.
My blood work last week was very good. “Almost perfect” as the nurse said to me. I am thinking that’s got to be good news. Never been so perfect before. Leave it to me when chemo should be wreaking havoc with my blood my turns normal. Well guess that’s because I have never considered myself too normal. Normal is not fun.
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