Chemo Day 3 - waiting for the crash

I drank 5 liters of Powerade yesterday, so any chance of an uninterrupted sleep was as likely as Newt checking his ego.  I woke up at 5 am again and couldn't go back to sleep, so I read a bit, checked emails and news on the iPad, then rolled over at 6 am, and the next thing I knew it was 930 am!  That is most unusual for me.  I guess this is what it means to listen to your body.

My nausea is still in check with the help of the drugs.  After I took my first big slug of Powerade this morning, I felt a violent roll of my stomach.  Ok, I'll sip and be more careful. 

I felt well enough to go into work for a bit.  It is a warm winter day in DC, nearly 70 degrees, so I dropped the top on the S4 and enjoyed the sun on my face.  Taking pleasure in the small things helps. 

I am continually grateful for the ongoing well-wishes of my family, friends, and colleagues. One colleague sent a large shipment of Omaha Beef dinners, enough to make several meals, and my firm is arranging for a catered meal to be delivered tonight.  Jennifer took the leftover turkey from Monday and made it into a hearty soup that we ate last night.  So far, I have no appetite problems -- I'm wondering when the weight loss is going to happen. Several accounts describe how chemo patients feel good for the first 48 hours, then crash as the initial dose of anti-nausea drugs and steroids wear off.  Maybe I'll crash tonight, or tomorrow, or not at all.  The doctors and nurses stress flexibility, so I'm taking it a day at a time.  

Thank you all for your ongoing support!  I hope this blog is doing its intended purpose.  I find it therapeutic to chronicle my thoughts and feelings during this time.  I found great comfort in a similar blog created in 2011-11 by a Wisconsin resident who had muscle-invasive bladder cancer, TURBT, chemo, then a radical cystectomy and neobladder.  If my blog can help others in the future, it's well worth it.