I have felt great post chemo. In fact this weekend, I felt excellent. Saturday was a beautiful day to hangout, do some shopping and relax with T. After she left early Sunday, I had a great morning with a bit of lifting at CrossFit Brantford, some light tasks, and headed over to J&S’s for a short visit. You wouldn’t know that I was having treatment. I felt great though a wee bit jittery like when you’ve had one too many coffees.
I really hate relying on folks, K was working, so I figured that Monday would be a good day to drive myself to treatment. I did remember that the team had cautioned me about the euphoria from the anti-nausea drugs, and the drop once they cleared, but you know, a steroid high does a good job of assisting in denial.
Monday morning, woke up. Whoa…wait…where’s that team of horses that has been pulling me along?
It wasn’t that bad though, I could drive. Easy roads. Lots of time.
Well, remember my post from yesterday? The flip of the waste disposal system protocol decided to happen ¼ of the way to Juravinski, which is typically a 1.25hr drive at that time of the morning. At Rockton, I was pondering where the next Tim’s was. At Copetown, I was getting worried. By the 403, the sweat was dripping off my face. Of course, the highway was bumper to bumper due to rain. Shaking and channeling the strength of those who have IBS, Crohn's and cancer, I got off at Mohawk Rd to the glorious sign of a McDonald’s arches.
Cusses were shortly heard at a “drive-thru only” location. Thankful to the nearby Tim’s…and realizing I may need a map of public washrooms on the route.
I’m also pondering suggesting an alarm announcement "Code Plunger" for Juravinski for when the washroom by their front door is “out of order”. It would summon all custodian staff who can repair it as expeditiously as possible. Dang these waste disposal system flip days.
Monday is lab and gyn-oncologist day. Blood work came back excellent. Chemo on Wed is a go. Of course, being Monday, the waiting rooms were stacked. As the day wore on, I found my head leaning against the wall in waiting rooms, or just sitting on the floor rather than standing. Fatigue was kicking in with a vengeance. The last of the steroids must have vacated my blood stream.
A short break in the chapel, closing my eyes for a few minutes after appointments, and I was ready to come home.
Thankful that I was able, recognizing the fatigue is going to get worse.
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K is going to drive me tomorrow. I am recognizing the risk, and will also post my schedule for those who wish to offer to help drive.
(Wed's early & long day is covered too, thanks S)
I really hate relying on folks, K was working, so I figured that Monday would be a good day to drive myself to treatment. I did remember that the team had cautioned me about the euphoria from the anti-nausea drugs, and the drop once they cleared, but you know, a steroid high does a good job of assisting in denial.
Monday morning, woke up. Whoa…wait…where’s that team of horses that has been pulling me along?
It wasn’t that bad though, I could drive. Easy roads. Lots of time.
Well, remember my post from yesterday? The flip of the waste disposal system protocol decided to happen ¼ of the way to Juravinski, which is typically a 1.25hr drive at that time of the morning. At Rockton, I was pondering where the next Tim’s was. At Copetown, I was getting worried. By the 403, the sweat was dripping off my face. Of course, the highway was bumper to bumper due to rain. Shaking and channeling the strength of those who have IBS, Crohn's and cancer, I got off at Mohawk Rd to the glorious sign of a McDonald’s arches.
Cusses were shortly heard at a “drive-thru only” location. Thankful to the nearby Tim’s…and realizing I may need a map of public washrooms on the route.
I’m also pondering suggesting an alarm announcement "Code Plunger" for Juravinski for when the washroom by their front door is “out of order”. It would summon all custodian staff who can repair it as expeditiously as possible. Dang these waste disposal system flip days.
Monday is lab and gyn-oncologist day. Blood work came back excellent. Chemo on Wed is a go. Of course, being Monday, the waiting rooms were stacked. As the day wore on, I found my head leaning against the wall in waiting rooms, or just sitting on the floor rather than standing. Fatigue was kicking in with a vengeance. The last of the steroids must have vacated my blood stream.
A short break in the chapel, closing my eyes for a few minutes after appointments, and I was ready to come home.
Thankful that I was able, recognizing the fatigue is going to get worse.
************************************************************************************
K is going to drive me tomorrow. I am recognizing the risk, and will also post my schedule for those who wish to offer to help drive.
(Wed's early & long day is covered too, thanks S)
