Not a superhero

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.

  • Mary says:

    I so hope these get easier and easier, Carrie. And Pshaw…of course you’re a super-hero!

  • Michele says:

    We keep you in our daily prayers. If there is anything we can do (except babysit Brian), please let us know. I guess we can watch him, if that helps. Hugz, sweetie. Btw, you are a super hero to me with how you are approaching this. You go, girl!