Her system did NOT LIKE the drugs (go figure), and she spent the better part of a week wishing she could crawl into a hole and pull the opening in after her.
I didn't do so well myself. It was harder than I thought it could be, to have her hurting so badly, and me so far away.
Her second round was this past Tuesday. And, this time, I'm here in Minnesota with her. And this time, it's been a bit better.
They gave her different anti-nausea medication, and more of it. I came up Tuesday night, after her treatment. She didn't feel so hot, but it was better than the first round.
Wednesday, I just had to not laugh. Her steroids had kicked in, and she was in GO mode. We went to yoga in the morning. We went to Cancer Exercise class in the afternoon. We picked up the house and she gave Alexandra a bath. She wore me out.
Sometime in the night, the steroids wore off, and the chemo truck hit her. This morning, she woke pale and dizzy and queasy. One might have thought that would knock yoga off the agenda, but one would have been wrong. We went to the 9:30 class - and she was better for it.
We came back, napped (both of us - I was tired, too), and she woke with at least some energy.
Chemo is hard stuff. She's almost bald - and still beautiful. (It's funny to walk on the streets and watch people not look at her head...) Her skin is rough, her mouth is sore, her body aches. All in the name of staying well?!
Last time she felt better after about a week - we're hoping the same is true for this.
Two down, two to go.