(From CaringBridge) Feb. 18, 2015
My stomach hurts. My feet hurt. I’m tired.
That litany keeps running through my head. As I just told my mother, it’s not that I feel so sick I can’t function, it’s just that my stomach hurts, my feet hurt, and I’m tired.
In my last post, I said that so long as I stayed balanced I did okay. That post only demonstrates my continued delusion with regard to this chemo business. I keep thinking that I can figure it out and somehow avoid the unpleasantness. I’m still convinced that I do much better when I’m careful not to overdo it; however, I’ve been quite lazy these last few days thanks to being snowbound and I’m still feeling the side effects. I am nearing the end of week two of the chemo pills, and the reality is that I’m not going to feel so hot until Saturday when I stop taking the pills.
But enough with the negatives. There is one big positive that has me quite excited. I believe I’m beginning to breathe better. I first noticed it when I walked up the hill to work last Thursday. Normally the walk has me out of breath at least to the elevators. Last week, I wasn’t out of breath at all when I entered the building. This week, I’m able to outdo David on the exercise bike. It makes me hopeful that the chemo is taking care of the cancer in my right lung and eager to see what the scan shows after two more rounds of chemo.
I still have chemo brain, so pardon any typos or misused words. I sent Mom a Valentine’s card that quoted Colossians 3:14: “And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony.” I thanked her for her love that “blinds” our family together in perfect harmony. Oh, well. At least she got the point.
Thanks for keeping me in your thoughts and prayers. I appreciate it more than you know!
Down but not out and thankful to be breathing better,