Chemo + Afternoon Nap =
I am never going to get to sleep tonight.
After my morning's visit to the cancer hospital to get my thrice-weekly chemotherapy treatment, I started feeling a lot tired. I came back to church and waited for the Cablevision repair person (who came early and got done fast) to fix our church's internet and voice connection. Turns out that it wasn't an internal church wiring problem – it all had to do with a loose connection at the pole in the street.
Now it is fixed and the church is back online.
But I was tired. Really tired. So tired that I konked out this afternoon for a couple of hours. And when I woke up, ugh. These naps are ruining my sleep. And before anyone laughs at me (Anthony, you were only getting four hours of sleep before the cancer treatment. Are you now getting any less? Heck, if you got any less sleep, you would just be awake 24/7), I am getting nighttime sleep, but not enough and not very comfortably.
So when I got up this afternoon, I was more tired than when I went to sleep. I had five telephone messages on my cellphone; 15 emails in my Gmail account; and a handful of text messages that I will get to sometime next week. So, you can guess that my motivation is shot for the night.
Overall, this first week of liquid chemo went OK. I am battling fatigue. I have on and off nausea (so far, only twice I had to vomit). My throat is still raw, but I am still able to talk. I have some aches and pains. I have this weird tickle on my feet (doctor said skin irritation is a side effect). My hair doesn't seem to be falling out yet. I do not have any appetite, and yet, I seem to be gaining weight (doctor explained it is water retention).
When added up, these effects aren't so bad. The fatigue is the worst. The itchy feet is the most annoying (try driving with the top of your feet tickling and you're wearing socks and shoes).
The nausea is getting a little worse. I am receiving medication to help prevent stomach problems, but I still have the sick-to-my-stomach feeling a part of the time. Tonight, is one of those nights. And yes, I am drinking Gatorade.
A funny little story — when leaving the hospital, one of the nurses reminded me that I had to consume a couple of bottles of Gatorade, some of which she had in a refrigerator in the office. She laughed when, upon asking me what flavor I would like, I said that I wanted the one that looked like my chemo. '
The weekend is upon us and I have two days without running off to the city to get treatment. I do hope the nausea backs off and my energy level increases soon.
As one of the patients I sat next to on Wednesday said, the only thing we can do is stay positive and take it a day at a time. Good advice, but I add "trust in the Lord's will."