I have survived the last seventy-two hours, which convinces me I will survive chemo, regardless what my body tries to tell me.
I had some really rough side affects to my chemo, including severe lethargy, loss of appetite, dizziness, nausea, and bone pain.
I couldn't wake up. I slept for almost forty-eight straight hours, waking up only for nature calls. Lifting my head off the pillow made my head swim. One minute I was sweating like I was out in the sun in August, and the next I was freezing. The very thought of food was sickening. I think I got way behind on my water intake, but if you won't tell Dr. Sherman, I won't.
Today, about Noon, I started feeling better. After a bowl of homemade soup and some ice cream, I knew I would live. Tonight I got a bath. That bath rates right up there with the top baths I have ever had.
About 2 PM the doctor's PA called and told me I would survive, even thought I was having side affects they had never encountered before. That doesn't surprise me. I never do anything like other people do. He decided that from now on, about three days after chemo, I will come to the office for IV fluids and anti-nauseants. That's good by me.
I can fight a good fight, as long as I know the rules. There don't seem to be many rules, or maybe the cancer is making up the rules as we go. Good thing I'm a fast learner.
I am blessed.