Sorry for the silence. This is the first moment I’ve really felt like sitting up and writing anything. Second treatment has been different in a number of ways. The same cruddy feeling took over by about 8pm Monday night. This time I’m on stronger anti-nausea meds. Still nauseous, just not throwing up. So I guess there’s something gained there.
In particular this treatment hit harder in terms of just wiping me out. I was in bed until about 1pm today (Wed.) when I finally had a little energy. I went into to work for a couple of hours, had a couple of meetings, dealt with a variety of details, and then started listening to my body again. Right now I’m just a whipped puppy. Feeling bad comes in waves with more mild breaks in between.
Dana’s awesome and is taking really good care of me. I haven’t had much appetite—just mainly oranges, saltines, and a couple bowls of Honey Bunches of Oats. Nothing else really sounds good at the moment. Later this evening I get to venture into my first “self-administered” neupogen injection—the stuff that grows white blood cells. How exciting! Counting the minutes for that one!
I’m not discouraged or complaining… just reporting in. Over all, I’m glad cancer cells are getting smashed, and I’m praying that I’ll feel well enough to take Dana out Christmas shopping for a few hours tomorrow and make Larry’s game in the evening. We’ll see.
Thanks for praying for us! God’s blessings are abundant in our lives—and this trial pales in comparison to His amazing love and grace!