Chemo is a funny thing. It’s making me feel way worse than cancer has, and yet we have to assume it’s helping me. It is difficult to willingly allow someone to put poison in your body. One of my poisons is made of platinum. I know, I’m fancy. But that’s a metal. And it’s in my blood. That’s weird.
So far, chemo has made me tired, achy, irritable and nauseous. It makes my hands and feet feel weird. And I can’t drink or touch anything cold. Most of the day, today, I was horizontal. And it sucked. My tummy is wonky. I just don’t feel like myself. So I did a lot of this.
But that wasn’t really working for me. So I rallied. And off we went.
We even rode a mini train.
I’m not saying that getting out and about is the right move every time. It’s probably not. But I felt I wanted to test my limits. I wanted to see how much of this el-crappo feeling was real physical stuff and what was me just letting the cancer and chemo get me down. It’s definitely some of both. But it turns out, today, I had a little more gas in the tank than I felt like I did. So now I’m home and in need of rest. Time to recharge the super powers!
