Treatment number four has been a rough one. Unfortunately, due to a mix-up - one of my pre-med anti-nausea drugs was missed. This meant that the nausea and vomiting set in really quickly and rather vigorously. Tuesday evening was pretty rough and by Wednesday morning I was back at the clinic.
My lovely nurse Lauren arranged for 2 litres of saline and 4 separate anti-nausea meds. I spent the next 2 hours sleeping - being rehydrated. It wasn't a good day.
It is now Saturday and I have managed to get up for a few hours this morning, but the fatigue, nausea, diarrhoea and general feeling of un-wellness has left me feeling a little low.
Chemotherapy is a tough journey and although I know that every side-effect is having a devastating effect on the cancer itself, there are times when I really just want to stop. One of the hardest side-effects is something fairly silly. It has affected my sense of smell. My whole body smells toxic to me - no-one else can really smell the changes, but I feel as though I am actually rotting. Sorry everyone, not a great subject, but really want to keep this year's posts honest - for myself.
My wonderful children changed all my bed linen for me last night and I am showering and washing regularly, but I really wish I could get away from the odour.
I guess it is only day 4 of my 14 day cycle and by tomorrow - I will once more be on the mend. A little more positive, upbeat and healing. Until then - adieu!