Coughing
awake at 0459 I check my temperature and discovering it 97.1˚F (36.2˚C), my
mind wonders … where are my four calling birds?
Forgive
me this is Chemo not Christmas and I’m still reeling from the third day … Fatigue,
fatigue, and more fatigue … burnout, debility, exhaustion, weakness, weariness,
and even dog-weary.
‘Slo-mow Patrick’ struggled to even
get up out of chairs. Forcing liquids becomes almost a conundrum because the
more I drink the more I need to pee. Standing and peeing the result of 64 oz
Gatorade Blue, it was impossible not to reflect on how more fatiguing this
would be for women.
In a chemo variation of stop and
smell the flowers … how often do you see a “Mr. Frosty” ice cream truck fueling?
To be sure I charged into chemo
following 10 brain radiation treatments and yes I should be ‘dog weary’ but who
fights for their life half-assed?
Between hospitalizations, surgeries
and such it seemed medical types were obsessed with swelling around my ankles,
which was never a factor … until of course the day of fatigue when my ankles
resembled boots and only complicated motion. Oncology nurse suggested light
walking and best of all elevate feet.
Sooooo to improve my odds of sleeping
I turned to the art of nesting, by sleeping in a lazy boy style chair elevating
my feet and bringing back out a Christmas decoration to watch over me.
Weight loss? Yes, no, maybe. I’m at 180
lb (81.6 kg) which IMHO uniquely qualifies me to enjoy my Good Humor Chocolate Éclair
Bar with my morning coffee especially as chemo fatigue appears significantly
less on this 3rd morning since chemo.
post chemo clock = 60 hrs and ticking
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Patrick Leer
Health Activist:
Caregivingly Yours, MS Caregiver @ http://caregivinglyyours.blogspot.com/
My Lung Cancer Odyssey @ http://lung-cancer-survivor.blogspot.com/
Happy Fathers Day Patrick.
ReplyDeleteMel, thank you!
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