Settling in to Chemotherapy

I felt fine when I got up yesterday morning and the result was that I probably overdid it.

I am good at giving out advice but I can now hear the echo of my own words, that is when they are not been spoken or emailed to me. Relax and slowly, slowly catch the monkey seems to be the order of the day.

The net result of yesterday's early enterprise was waves of nausea such that I hadn't ever experienced anything like their violence before.  Thankfully though they had little end product, were dealt with, and lessons learned.

Finding the right things to eat is difficult because the appetite doesn't conform.  At the moment I am gravitating towards cold food and comfort food from my childhood.  When faced with being continually queasy it is difficult to think about food too much but you have to because there are so many tablets to take with and after it.  Although I have had intravenous chemotherapy I am taking tablet form chemotherapy twice a day through the whole period and there are also supporting drugs.

It's obvious to know that chemotherapy isn't a walk in the park but it is also a question of knowing when to relax and when to open up a little. For the first 3 days steriods form part of the medication. They are supposed to be an effective anti-sickness agent and also boost the system. They finish tomorrow and that may bring a truer sense of the way I will feel for the next period.

I am taking it much easier today and everyone's time effort and money invested in the bedroom is paying dividends already.  Needless to say I have been getting in touch with my inner nerd and connecting all my toys together: laptop to tv, laptop to main computer over network, laptop to work (Nice on BigG) - Every man needs a hobby, even when they are ill.

At the moment it feels like just finding the right rhythm for the occasion and hopefully the ride won't be too rough. Laying down in bed and calling "Nurse Kitten" seems a cool way of going about things but I will have to be sure not to overuse that particular ticket.

We are still receiving practical help at all levels. Today "Little Mellon" took my son to football and on Thursday we had more babysitting help whilst I was in hospital.