One Day At A Time

It's been a rough weekend, to say the least.

Thursday was Chemo #1. Friday was both my flu shot and an injection to boost the production of white blood cell counts. By Friday night I was feeling pretty weird. By 2:00 am, I was really sick. High fever, nausea, vomiting, and every bone in my body hurt. I can honestly say that Saturday was one of the worst days of my life......

I spent all of Sunday in bed as well. I felt like my body had been beat up. My fever lowered but was still there. Yet I was finally able to keep some fluids down. A start.

I could bore you with details about different medications available, or nor available, to me. Suffice it to say that I need to have serious talk with my chemo doctor about what can be done to lessen the severity of the effects of the infusions and injections. Today, it feels impossible that I could go through this cycle every week for 18 weeks. I know I must look at it one day at a time. Yet there is an impending sense of doom that round two is on its way.

I still have my hair. I am told I should lose it this next week.

I am so grateful to have the support and help that I do. I literally couldn't have made it through the weekend without it. I remain blessed.