Saturday afternoon was the hardest day so far of chemo. I lost 8
pounds in 24 hours as my body violently purged itself. I think several
pounds was from my pores, as I was dripping by the end. Among my
discoveries: (1) Three Dulcolax is too much, too fast, on the GI tract;
(2) The sensation of being on the ragged edge of nausea for hours is as
bad as the nausea itself; and (3) When laying in a fetal position on
the tile floor of the bathroom, slick with sweat, moaning in pain and
uncertainty, the left side is far more comfortable than the right side.
By contrast, Sunday was a picnic. We had family and friends over for a wonderful Super Bowl party, Garrett hand made two tasty pizzas, Bill and Bernice brought
turkey sausage ziti and gifts (including jello, saltines, Ginger Ale,
and "Cancer on $5 a Day (Chemo Not Included)". Cynthia and Walter
brought salad, apple crumble, ice cream, and Cynthia's hopelessly
infectious laughter. Friends are the tonic of life. Thank you.
Round 2 of chemo is tomorrow.
Glad your day was better. Hope that the next round will be tolerable(sp?) You are in our prayers. I look forward to reading your blog to know an insight to what you are dealing with. Family and friends are truly a blessing. We love you!
ReplyDeleteLove,
Jamie and family
8 pounds, does that mean, once the nausea resolves, you can eat all the chocolate cookies you want?
ReplyDeleteKeep up the fight, and thanks for the updates.
Love,
Ravonne