This week has taken on proportions of The Rocky Horror Show, without the makeup…
My last dose of CHEMO was on Wednesday, the 21st.
Things were proceeding along reasonably well, I felt, until the early evening of Christmas Day.
It was then that my very existence was flipped upside down in the most grotesque manners: muscle and joint pain; ‘delicate’ issues of the stomach; inability to sleep; and, NOT wanting to eat.
As I’ve mentioned before, part of the bargain when one agrees to submit to Chemotherapy, for the hope of more time amongst loved ones, is realizing the loss of digesting nourishment properly, inability to sleep, application of simple concentration becoming a variant, and the taking on of feeling you’re losing productivity of your basic muscle mass.
But…
We fight on!!!!!!!!!
Due to the wonderous negotiating skills of my better half, she was able to have ALL my blood panels/lab work conducted at our family doctor’s office [less than 5 minutes from our home], rather than traveling to the Cancer Center.
To many of you, the above seems absurd; but, that adjustment in my schedule was/is massive; especially when one feels as I do and have – just getting in and out of a car can be a task one does NOT want to contend with, let alone think about…when your body seems to NOT work like it used to.
It is wonderful to have your “better angels” within ALL four corners of your L-I-F-E.