I was not prepared.
Chemo kicked my whole ass and probably Travis’s too.
It was a straight track downhill starting a week ago. I can’t even pinpoint anything exactly. I just lost all sense of everything – energy, strength, will to exist. I didn’t leave my bed at all on Tuesday or Wednesday except to eat a tiny tiny bit, drink, and for the bathroom. Miserable. Finally called the doc on Thursday and got in to see the nurse practitioner, who scrambled to get me in for some fluids. Fluids helped a bit – I definitely felt better, even if I still wasn’t super functional. And something weird is happening with my eye area that we’re trying to get under control still.
I went back in for more fluids yesterday, and that seems to have been the extra boost. My muscles still hurt, and I still am pretty fatigued, but I no longer feel like I’m knocking on death’s door.
There’s a bit more happening but that’s about all I have energy for right now.
THANK YOU all for the good thoughts and prayers and whatever else you’re sending into the universe. That and Travis are the only things that got me through this week, so many many thanks.