Today was better than yesterday. I wake up fine, some fatigue, but not as bad as yesterday. No nausea. Good start.
But, most of my day, I was lying down. That was the most comfortable position I could take, while texting and browsing websites with my cell or watching movies.
In the afternoon, a nurse from the chemotherapy unit called me to check on me. We went over how I felt and confirmed this has been perfectly normal reaction. She assured that the chemotherapy I had was a strong one, and I should take things easy. Don’t over do anything. She told me to expect a very similar reaction cycle for the future 5 sessions as well, and plan accordingly. (My relative-in-law told me the same, too! Thanks.)
One thing I found very interesting from the conversation is the reason I felt relatively fine on the first and the second days of the chemotherapy. It was a set of steroid pills, Decadron, that I took for over three days, a day before, during and a day after chemotherapy. The nurse told me that once the Decadron’s effect is gone, then I must feel exhausted. The whole thing made sense now!
On Day 2, I could go out for the farmer’s market, only because I had that medicine. Wow, that medicine is powerful, then.
[physically]: Not as bad as yesterday. Fatigue. No appetite. I don’t get hungry. I eat, only because it is time to do. Last day of my period. Before going to bed, I became nauseous. I took Lorazepam for sleep.
[emotionally]: I became sad about my appetite. I used to be such a foodie. There was a time that I thought I was living for food. Now I eat food for living, period. It is sad to realize that I don’t have anything in my mind what I want to eat. Food seems to be out of picture, no joy comes along. Now it is obligation to have something nutritious to sustain my life.
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