This is my 29th chemo infusion across three series since January of 2010. In the past two and half years since first beginning chemo, I’m spent more time on chemo or in immediate recovery, or in surgery and immediate surgical recovery, than I’ve spent being healthy, happy and whole. Such is my life. At least I am still alive.
At the moment the peripheral neuropathy in my hands is nearly crippling. My lower GI failed to move Thursday afternoon or Friday morning, and is now shut down by the drugs, so I will spend the weekend bloated and unwilling to eat due to there not being any room down there. I am tired and goofy, but not as unfocused as some chemo sequences have had me.
Today, I lay low and rewatch movies, probably the extended edition of Lord of the Rings.