Chemo number 4

Chemo number 4 kicked my A$$ this round. I was OK during treatments just as before, but I was in training that week too - so although I worked from home. I had my treatment on Tuesday - which is new for me.

I went to an event on the day after my treatment - movies for a Pure Romance party. We saw the Bad Moms Christmas. It was hilarious! Fun night out! Felt “normal” sans the pig tagging along!

I also had one more of my lovely gallbladder attacks - can’t remember exactly when but I think it was Friday. That made 3 on that week. It was after some Olive Garden Tuscan Soup. Not sure if that was what set it off, but creamy soups and some meats were listed as no-nos. Not sure what set it off, but really over this stuff now!!

Anyway, I reported it... they just think it's gas - more on that later as I'm doing this update LATE.

I went back to class on Wednesday as well. Had two telework days in there to allow for infusion day. It all worked out.

We did a team building event to build two halves of a bridge. It was horrible! Ha!





Yeah they don’t even match even though we had a strategy meeting prior to discuss design. They went off the rail. Oh well. We passed the classes no matter.

So Saturday was my very worst day EVER in this treatment - flu like shakes and neuropathy in my feet to where the tiles felt cold no matter what - time for slippers when shoeless in the house. Fingers weren't too bad, cold water.

Very unsteady to the point of peeing my bed at one point. Sad but true. Ah the joys of chemo and the fun affects. Not. But hey there are worse things I’m sure like blowing out a poop bag or something else as equally as joyful. Ha! Roll with it. This is why I have bed protectors for a reason. The shakes only lasted one maybe two days. Sleep is all I did ALL weekend. I’m sure this will be a trend. Ok. I can handle this. I did tell the family you need to feed me in these days as my brain will NOT function period. I can’t think straight and will not think to ask for food. It just doesn’t occur to me. Hopefully they get it as I burst out crying as Butch tried to make light of it all when I was at a super low. The issue is that the low isn’t just physical. It’s emotional and it’s at your core. It makes you question what the hell you were thinking when you signed up for this. You question if it’s even worth it all. Yeah it’s bad.

But I got past it and back to school on Monday. Which left me too tired to fiction after hours. I had to still figure out shuttle from JFK to our hotel and pack and get my stuff together and plan. Yeah. Brain was still foggy to the end - Thursday was our flight out.