Chemo was five days ago, and I’m starting to come out from the fog of fatigue. We had an hour and a half chemo education class before I even went through chemo, but it’s hard to believe any of those side effects will actually happen to me – until they do, at which point I just want to feel not sick.
I’ve been making the comparison of chemo to pregnancy – there’s all these potential changes that you’ll experience, but you’ll probably only experience a subset of all the possibles. Everyone warns you about all of them, though. At this point, the hardest to deal with has been the fatigue. The day after chemo was great – no problems whatsoever, and my energy level was normal. I tried really hard not to push it too hard, since I knew I was working on borrowed time. Fatigue was the one side effect the doctor kept mentioning, so I knew it was coming.
Chemo minus two days was when the fatigue set in, and it’s just now lifting, four days later. My body wasn’t tired so much as my mind and my head was tired. My eyes would feel like they were crossing, I was so tired. If I could get up the motivation to do something, I’d feel fine during the activity, but I’d want to go to sleep as soon as I was done. Reading or even watching TV seemed too taxing to me as well. Laying on the bed, listening to a podcast or radio show was about my speed, and by 9pm, I was ready for bed.
Today, I have felt a bit more energetic, which is great, but I’ve also had a bit more nausea. It was 2:30 before I felt like I wanted a nap, and I actually got a few things done this morning (like laundry). By late afternoon, though, my stomach was telling me to sit quietly on the couch. At least I had enough energy to do some reading for a change, and the Compazine finally seems to have taken the edge off the nausea. I don’t think the dog is getting a walk this evening, though. He’s all snuggled up on his bed anyways, so I’m not feeling too guilty for taking a night off.