[cancer] To sleep, perchance not to sleep

Well, after sleeping over nine hours Sunday night, and a solid hour over lunch Monday, last night I crashed down to six hours. And a fairly crappy six at that.

Sleep is both my greatest ally and my enemy during chemo. I need it badly. When I miss it, I’m worse than miserable. But I’ve gone from a normal, healthy six hours pre-chemo to eight hours most of the time and nine-to-ten during infusion weekends. In addition to lots of napping, quiet time, and general burnout due excessive exhaustion after about four or five in the afternoon.

As I’ve written before, this has stolen away all but an hour or two of my discretionary time per day.

Last night I truly felt like sleep was my jailor. Today I feel like it is my robber. I need it to be healthy, I’m not fighting this, but the frustrations of the process are myriad.

Stoopid cancer. Stoopid chemo.

(On the plus side, on account of not sleeping, I was able to get up and walk.)

One thought on “[cancer] To sleep, perchance not to sleep

  1. tetar says:

    Jay, I can empathize, having been fighting various health challenges for awhile now. They do rob one of work time, even think time, and writing productivity goes way down. As you know, we have not managed to link up for the past several OBP Picnics, either, and that’s been due to my immobility from various afflictions, some chronic, others opportunistic, such as the swine flu. All I can offer is empathy, alas. Each of us must bull through the best we can. I’ve admired your guts, stamina, and focus all through this and continue to do so. You’re an inspiration for many, and a wonderment, if not a downright puzzlement, to a lot of us too. Keep it up, dude. Bravo.

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