Chemo Round 2

Tomorrow will be my second dance with the red devil.  I'm dreading it.  My first round was on a Monday, 13 days ago.  Along with the red devil, there is another chemo drug that was given via IV and a host of other drugs I can't pronounce.  But that red devil (Adriamycin), slapped me around, kicked my ass, then sat on me while I was down.  I spent 4 days after chemo in a fog.  I had no energy, and everything tasted horrible. Even water tasted like metal.  I barely remember getting out of bed to plop my butt on the recliner in my living room.  I was in and out of sleep all day and in the evenings I dragged my body (think zombie) to drift in and out of sleep all night in my bed.  Eating was another challenge.  I managed to eat bananas, and some saltine crackers.  I knew I needed to eat.  I needed to eat to help my body heal.  I have never struggled to eat like that.  I forced myself to eat those 3 days.  A few bites of chicken here, a couple bites of oatmeal there, a bite of cornbread.  Whatever I put in my mouth made me want to vomit.  Thankfully, I never did.  On Saturday, I woke up feeling somewhat normal.  I even wanted to leave the house.  We took the kids to the lake and visited grandbaby for a bit.  It was nice.  By last Monday I was back to normal.  My tastebuds were fine and I had energy.  I went to work all week and felt like I did before chemo.  I'm hoping this pattern continues as long as possible.  I just don't know how many times I can take that dance.  I have 3 more to go.
Pray for me

This was me during Round 1.

See you on the other side.
L