What a difference a day can make, thats all I can say. My poorly wife has been better today, not 100% but at least she has eaten. Myself, I have had a good day today. I think not having a treatment for a couple of days gives you a real lift, I have heard that you can bounce back from the chemo and radio at weekends - whereas yesterday I still felt washed out and not entirely right, today has been a different matter.
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Yesterdays was a somewhat short entry to my diary - its not that nothing happened, its just that I really didn't feel like writing much. Today has been a better day, of sorts, I have managed to eat better (more on that in a moment) and the nausea hasn't been as bad.
One thing has cropped up though - how on earth do I tell the difference between nausea caused by the chemotherapy and nausea caused by a stomach bug…
Its been a day of ups and downs really, got another radio session out of the way without incident, had quite a nice quiet day with the kids (who have been really good) we even managed to escape the house for a bit.
The downside has been feeling generally crap, I had a horrible headache most of the morning - the doctors have told me to avoid paracetamol as it lowers your temperature and they need to track my temperature…
Well, despite my saying otherwise, today was my birthday. Attempting to put it back until after my treatments finish and I am at least some of the way back to health was a purely selfish idea I guess. My family wanted to do something to mark the day, so we did. A few cards, a few presents, an attempt at the cinema (an attempt only, sold out - should have booked the tickets earlier) which turned into a DVD instead. Nothing…
So. Here I am. Tomorrow is treatment day. I can't believe its finally here, tomorrow I get cooked by xrays. Ho hum, time to man up, as the saying goes. I can't avoid it, I simply have to do it, if I'm going to get sick then so be it. I wouldn't mind if it was something I could spread about - misery loves company :-)
Instead let's think about what else tomorrow is. My fortieth is tomorrow. Actually…
