I've had a good weekend. It's crazy how I can come out of a big chemo on Friday afternoon and feel just fine for about 48 hours. Then, the nausea hits, and shortly thereafter, extreme fatigue. After dinner tonight, I laid on the couch under a blanket and slept in and out for the rest of the night.
Mat came home late tonight from his performance in Bluffdale and meeting with his family afterward. He ushered me to bed, tucked me in, and then crashed himself. He's so exhausted from all the extra concerts that come with his job in December. His talent is being able to hit the pillow and be asleep within minutes ... and snoring. My talent is insomnia, hyper-sensitivity to noise at night, and anxiety. Not a great combination! I generally sleep on a different bed than ours.
This week I'm getting an AromaTouch massage from Bonnie, meeting with Annie, LCSW at Huntsman (Monday), a foot zone by friend Charity (Tuesday), my friend Regena is coming Wednesday morning to help me with a cooking project, and then I'm going to the Stage 4 BC support group at Huntsman. That will be my first time there. I won't be in denial any longer. I qualify for the group and need that association desperately! By Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday I'll feel pretty good and have some energy and enjoy food a little more. And then it starts again.
When I talked to nurse Kathy on Friday, she said they wanted to do 18 cycles, x 3 treatments per cycle. That's doses 54 chemo. 18 Fridays spent in the recliner being poisoned. It feels like Feb. 2nd will never come. The clinical trial starts after all of that. The good thing about that is constant monitoring of tumors and progress, and maybe getting the trial drug (Please pray I'll get the trial drug! They've had great success with stage 2 and 3 patients!)
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