While the world slipped into the Twilight Zone, I quietly started chemo last week.
We're all affected by the chaos going on with the coronavirus pandemic and my family is no different.
Last Monday, my husband was sent to work from, my brother's trip to visit was postponed, and since I was already stuck at home, I figured I'd run out of excuses to postpone starting this new treatment. The first week wasn't bad. The only notable side effect was waking up nauseated. It hits as soon as I move to get out of bed, but thankfully passes quickly after I nibble on toast or crackers.
This week has been slightly worse. It seems that my hair is falling out more. I clogged the drain when I showered yesterday. And now I've got mouth sores and it's making eating and drinking complicated. They are painful and everything seems to irritate them. My doctor called in a prescription but the pharmacy doesn't have it in stock so I have to wait. Please pray it comes quickly. That toast that was helping my nausea is now impossible to eat without bringing me to tears.
As you can see, I'm spending most of today in bed. If nothing else, I'm thankful I have that option and it didn't require cancelling anything. I'm hungry and cranky and in so much pain.
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