This week has left me figuratively digging deep in drawer after drawer, flailing about in an imaginary sea of not-quite-right undershorts, as I look for my freshest pair of big girl bloomers. Round two of chemo has begun and it is definitely time to “put my big girl panties on and just deal with it”.
Heading into this week I was a bit anxious. The unknown does that to me. I suppose it does it to everyone. Feeling I had “mastered” the routine of round one’s weekly treatments, I was apprehensive about the changes coming with round two. I knew the drugs I would receive would be heavy hitters and my physicians, as well as “K”, had done a terrific job of educating me on what to expect. But you never really know how bad it will be until you have experienced it first hand.
Today marks day 5 in this 21 day cycle. Five days of almost constant nausea. Three days spent in a comatose state. Two days of bone pain. Neuropathy from round one has the nerves in my fingers on high alert. The slightest touch can create the feeling of a not-so-pleasant electrical current running up my arm. To complicate matters, the drugs given to alleviate the side effects of chemo have side effects of their own…the worst being severe dizziness.
That’s the bad news. The good news is this. The nausea is tolerable. While I’ve spent many precious moments cozying up to the porcelain throne, I have yet to toss my cookies. Three days of abundant sleep have cured any and all feelings of exhaustion carried over from round one’s incessant insomnia. The bone pain is also tolerable. Colder temperatures aggravate the issue but pain relievers do a good job of counteracting the problem. The issue of neuropathy is what it is. Fortunately, it will eventually go away and I see marked improvement each day. The dizziness? Well, the only up side to it is pure, unadulterated comedy. Everyone, including me, is having a grand time watching as I stumble into one thing after another.
What can I say?
You gotta laugh when you can.
So there it is. My record of the beginning of this half of chemotherapy. It isn’t a picnic and it definitely “ain’t” no party. But I can certainly deal.
My search was successful and I’m armed with my big girl underpants.
By the way, I bypassed the thong and bikini versions and went straight for the granny panty variety. I figured I could use all the help I could get.