I've been a little remiss in blogging lately, but the last 10 days have been rough. My Oncologist likes to use the analogy of "Your first Chemo is like your wedding night, you don't know what to expect", if that's the case, my Honeymoon is over! I prefer "Life is like a box of chocolates..." only my entire box consists of chocolate covered cherries, which I hate!!
Over the last 10 days I've experienced weakness, cold sweats, light-headedness, accelerated heart rate, chest pain and even memory loss. We bought our house almost 3 years ago and I can't remember which switch is for the lights and which is the garbage disposal. No one told me I'd have to buy more silverware after Chemo! My husband is painting the Disposal Switch red, so I know not too touch! Talk about feeling like a 10 year old!
I had a Chest CT that showed a small blood clot at the end of my catheter so my Coumadin dosage is being increased to 2mg QD. The Muga showed no heart damage. We think maybe I was just over tired. I hate that I'm nauseas from about 1 hour after I wake up until I go to sleep. Everything I put in my mouth lately seems to make me more queasy. I think the only reason the anti-nausea medicine works is because it puts me to sleep for the next 15 hours so I don't notice I'm nauseas. One good thing about the sleep is that I don't notice how depressed I've gotten the last week. I'm starting to feel a little better, but I'm not near my usual Mary Poppin's, perky self.
I'm hoping that this just a temporary set back and my body will recoup with some extra rest. If this is how I'm going to be for the last half of my treatment, I have no idea if I'll be able to keep working. My boss says yes, but I feel guilty going to work and not giving at least 100%.