Perpetual Ruminations

Five Down, Three to Go

I woke early and couldn't get back to sleep, so here I am.

Things are about the same; I'm still struggling to get enough nutrition. I'm also having a lot of abdominal pain and will talk to the doctor about it on Monday when I go in for my next infusion.

We finally have fall-like temperatures, which is fine by me. I was having a lot of problems with the heat, but I'm doing better with the cooler temps.

Knowing how rough I'm feeling after the last infusion, I've been trying to enjoy time at the park with the dogs, doing a little visiting, and doing my best to get things ready for winter. I know that after Monday's infusion, I won't be up to doing very much. This round of chemo is really taking its toll on me, both physically and emotionally.

In total, I'm supposed to have eight rounds of chemo; four before surgery and four after. I managed the first four, but number four was tough. I survived the surgery, which was even tougher, and the fifth infusion, which took a pretty big toll. I'm hopeful the next infusion will go well, but I also know that it's going to be rougher than the last; each round is. I try not to think about it, but times like now, when I wake early, I find myself with too much time and find myself wondering how I'll manage through three more infusions.