He crawls out from under the rock, wondering if the storm is over. No, not Harvey.......the post chemo storm.
He begins to feel a little better, feels like eating a little food and actually has a few scintillas of energy.
Life is not perfect, but there is hope that there will be some life in the future.
I actually kept all my food and pills down and generally managed life, including doing a few errands.
The interesting thing for me is that anything associated with visits to chemo retain an negative vibe. I have to wear a sports shirt with buttons to allow access to my port. I used to like each of those shirts, but now, I don't like them.
I use a small gym bag to take things to chemo. I now hate that bag. I used it tonight, but didn't want to.
The big news of the day is that the research manager got an excited call from her brother describing a "bidet" that can be added to your toilet (well.....our toilet). I have never heard him so animated. We will check this out. I have always wanted something that will do my bideting!
A personal note. My father turns 90 this coming Wednesday. There is a big party for him tomorrow. A victim of chemo is that I cannot be there. Happy Birthday, Dad.
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