So I was disappointed to find out this past week that I’m not a superhero.
The first week of chemo was manageable and other than fatigue and brain fog I was doing okay. I was feeling confident heading into week two. Well, after double the chemo and a shot to boost my white blood cells, by midweek I thought I had been hit by a truck. And worst of all, I don’t want to eat. Ya’ll, my husband is the best cook and I can’t enjoy it.
So now I have an off treatment week and slowing getting my feet back under me. I have lots of questions for my doctor when I see her next week and I am hopefully we can make some adjustments to make things just a little bit easier.
The level of respect I have for those that have been through chemo or are going through chemo has just increased expediently. And for those that choose not to have chemo treatments, I respect that too.
I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. I just need to readjust my expectations of myself and that’s hard to do when you’re trying to be strong. On the bright side – 1 cycle of treatment down – 5 to go.