My energy has waxed and waned unpredictably since starting chemotherapy this week. I have lots of things I want to write about the experiences we've been through so far, but until I have the necessary energy here are some IM and Email conversations I've had with friends over the past few days.
IM Conversation between Jeff Glenn and I this morning:
You feeling pretty wiped?
Today's kind of rough
Yesterday was okay, we even took Daisy for a walk, but then I lost it
Started feeling nauseous and took some pills that knocked me out
Then I woke up at 5 in the morning, wide awake and feeling sick and anxious
So I had to take more meds
Email I Wrote to a Friend Who Was Asking About Me:
Sorry I missed you on IM a minute ago, and sorry I've been so slow to respond. I'm doing okay, definitely hangin there, but this stuff is taking a toll on me, no doubt about that.
I had a surgery on Monday where they installed my "Port," which is bascially this little hub they implanted in my chest. The hub connects to a tube that they shoved done a vein in my neck and pushed it down until it reached my heart. Did I mention they did this all while I was conscious? Good times...
I started chemo the next day. Now I'm on my third day. Its not terrible yet, no violent vomiting or anything like that, but I am run down. Fatigued. Slightly nauseous a lot. Losing my appetite more and more each day. The hair will go sometime soon I'm told. All that jazz.
And living with this Port is no fun. No fun at all.
The whole process definitely runs you down--and I'm only on treatment 3 of 20, on week 1 of 12, so I've got the entire marathon left to run--but of course it helps immeasurably to have Sara taking care of me and giving me all of her love, and then of course to have the love and support of friends like you.
Thanks for keeping me in your thoughts and prayers, Josh. I'm very lucky to have a friend like you.