It is the close of Day 2. Not going to lie to you all, it has been a rough day. After being awake all night, I finally fell asleep around 6:00 a.m. and Wayne woke me up at 7:00 a.m. I did manage to go to work and facilitated a training this morning. It all went downhill fast when I got to work. I am not sure what the trigger was, it could have just been breathing, but I got super nauseated. I also believe I was running a fever, my face was red and hot. I only made it a half day. I came home, took my anti-nausea medication and finally slept for 3 hours. When I woke up I felt much better.
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.
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.
No matter how hard it will become, the sun will always shine brightly upon you. Love you lots Pammie!
ReplyDeletei wish i could hug you right now :)
ReplyDeleteSending you hugs! You are amazing, and you will beat this!!
ReplyDeleteGlad you took a day off from blogging. I love that you share but I wish I were close enough to give you a hug. Hang in there!!!
ReplyDeleteI am sorry you are so sick and that it came faster than you expected. Rest and take it easy. Hoping tomorrow will be a better day!
ReplyDeleteAs for the adhesives (if you still have them) you can remove them with finger nail polish pretty quickly. As for how you are feeling ... I love you and I know you ARE going to pull through this. You are a survivor!
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