I’m awake at 7 am it’s Sunday morning. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. No church for me today, I lay in bed until 12. I was going to try and do lunch today with the conference, the VIP’s, but I’m just too tired.
Besides, I need to get ready for the school week ahead. My local paper is coming for an interview tomorrow. I’m so exhausted I need to manage my energy or I may get even sicker. One thing I’ve learned over the past few months is that the more tired I am, the sicker I am. And this can last for days.
I used to be so proud of how I could push through almost anything. This illness, and more importantly the treatment, has taught me not to push any more. I’m sure there will be a great life lesson in this somewhere.
I’m really keen to get through the really dark parts of the chemotherapy so I can truly begin to rebuild. I’m excited because this time once I get past the really bad part of chemo, I won’t be having another treatment to pull me back down again. That’s more exciting than I can put into words.
Today I have nausea, toxic hot diarrhoea, (what a pretty picture I am painting for you), headaches, bloating and such pain in my bones. Oh, plus the heat, this unrelenting heat.