I’ve been having a bit of a rough time lately. I was on a chemo regiment that made me feel
normal. I was back to my cheery self and
had energy and a desire to actually go out and do stuff, but then I noticed
that things weren’t feeling right and that most likely this treatment was
failing me. Unfortunately, I was
right. This meant on to treatment plan
number 7. This new chemo has been pretty
rough on me. The first two weeks I was
on it, I was in some serious pain. My entire
body hurt and nothing was helping, then my heart started racing and I ended up
in the ER. The second two weeks of this
chemo depleted my immune system. I had a
fever and vomiting and felt awful. I was
hospitalized for five days and on day five, my hair started to come out in
clumps. It was not fun.
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Sunday, August 3, 2014
Number 7
For two weeks now, since I started this new treatment, I've been in pain. It's like menstrual cramps all over my body. It rarely lets up. I'm crabby and sleepless. I'm mourning for my last chemo which I felt great on. I'm not even sure this one is working.
I'm taking double laxatives everyday (this one causes constipation) plus aleve. I'm crying regularly from pain and frustration.
I'm sick of this daily battle. I'm sick of being a warrior. I want a cure. I want a future. I want to live.
I want a damn glass of sangria.
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