This past weekend was characterized by emotional stress and massive GI failure.
Emotional stress on chemo seems to intersect with the chemo’s already exaggerated tendency to GI wonkiness in a spectacularly unpleasant way. Yesterday was not good, neither was last night overnight. Today doesn’t promise any better. I’ve settled down in terms of my surface affect, but the undermind and lizard brain have not yet let go of yesterday’s emotional meltdown. And of course, all of this then intersects with the overwhelming fatigue in annoying ways.
Seven more weeks. Seven more weeks. (Not that the chemo side effects magically stop then, but once the infusions are over they begin to taper off. I won’t be ‘normal’ til September, probably, but sometime in July I’ll start to feel a hell of a lot better.)