Well, yesterday was shedding day, with all that implies, plus a bit more. Ran a little differently this time, though. I never fail to be surprised by my body.
On the flip side, it really has been easier. I never slipped into serious sleep issues, granted that the process is always somewhat irregular for me these days. My right brain woke up on Tuesday and I’ve been very productive on “The Stars Do Not Lie”. My general well being has been more than adequate, which is both welcome and slightly unusual.
I ascribe a lot of this improvement to the “skip” week, which certainly had beneficial medical effects such as spiking my white blood cell count upward. However, I also want to claim some credit for simply being a little smarter and more experienced at this. I tweaked my medications through this last cycle in ways that I expected to improve both my GI issue and my cognitive issues, and I believe I’ve succeeded on both counts. I’ve also tried to stay way ahead of the potential for sleep problems. And I’m listening carefully to my body’s cravings, which I’m trying to take literally. When my gut says “Protein, damn it!”, I don’t make toast.
Mostly, I’m paying attention and trying to keep things on beam. With luck, this learning will carry me through the continuing slow decline of the next seven chemo infusion sessions.