So the treatment continues…
Overall, I’m doing OK. The injections have become less of a dreaded Saturday night and more of a habit. The flu-like symptoms have lessened, thank goodness. The worst things I have going on now are the fatigue and dehydration. As I have written before, the fatigue is for real. I have to sit down and rest after doing much of anything. I swiffered the main floor, had to sit down. Carried the vacuum up the stairs, had to sit down. It’s frustrating to not be able to do things that I used to do. I feel like since I’m not working, I should be doing more than I am around the house. But then I literally get too tired to even fathom doing more, and I forgive myself. My life is not my cancer, and my cancer is not my life. At least…hopefully not for long.
I’ve also been having a hard time staying hydrated. I’m constantly drinking fluids, but still feel extremely dry. Using the wood burner for heat doesn’t help since it IS the dry season up here. So I’ve begun weekly IVs at the local hospital. When my NP first suggested an IV, I was shocked and thought “An IV?! Am I THAT sick?” And then I came to my senses. It’s literally just fluids, Lauren. Calm down. Heck, we used to give each other IVs for a hangover in school as “poking practice”. (Mom, please disregard that statement!)
Since I’m pretty decent with an IV, I suggested to my oncology NP that I could give myself the fluids if she gave me the supplies. And then she gave me the hairy eyebrow. So here I sit for 2 hours, getting my IV in the hospital. She probably thinks I’m a crazy druggie. I guess I just like my fluids.