I am awake. Why not? I’ve been in bed mostly for the last 30 hours. Welcome to my final post-chemo weekend.
It actually hasn’t been too bad. Mostly fatigue. Mostly treated with bed rest.
My stomach acted up for a little bit, but a pill delivered by Nurse Helaine fixed that.
We really go at this in a much more organized and thoughtful way than when we first started. The idea is to keep me from dehydrating or having my blood sugar go too low. I’m already weak. Other problems can spiral quickly.
Tipped off by the sound of an upstairs flush, Helaine checked on me every few hours. I survived the weekend mostly on English Muffins with strawberry preserves and ice water in a red cup with a straw.
I’ve been up close to an hour now but my body is giving me the signs to pack it in. It’s not just my eyelids getting heavy — everything is! My arms and legs are a burden to move.
So far this weekend I’m down around 6 pounds.
I’m not going to miss chemo one little bit.