I was expecting to get two good days following the starting of the chemo. I guess I only got one. Overall, I feel zapped, like I have no energry. I am worried. If I feel this poorly after only one day, how in the hell am I going to feel tomorrow.
Taking a bath with the catheter in is a nightmare in itself, but bathing while connected to the pump is even worse. Who would have thought bathing had to become such a family event. I feel battered and bruised and I am still covered in adhesives from all the tape and stickers from the recent surgeries.
More appointments were made today. They just keep mounting and it also overwhelming. They want me to see the radiologist as soon as possible, so I have to see him tomorrow afternoon. I am back at the oncologist tomorrow to get the pump removed. Friday I have to be back at the hospital to see why the port is not working.
I owe so many thanks right now. But I am going to name a few here.
My Mom and Momma Liz sat with me all day Monday in treatment.
My CoWorkers for driving me home today.
Jen Gronniger for fixing and delivering the family dinner last night.
My father-in-law for helping me get my medications.
My mother-in-law for always helping take care of our short chic.
Regina for forward thinking and getting me scarves and head wraps.
And so many friends for calling, emailing, and sending me words of encouragements.
Mostly I have to thank my husband. While he might deter to others at times to assist, it is him who holds my hand at night and wipes my tears. It is he who pretends he would rather do nothing else in the world but hold my catheter tubing so I can take a bath.
I am entering the darkness. And like so many others, I will come out on the other side. But right now, it is dark.