Good grief. I know I was told I would have energy – but this is ridiculous!
I had a difficult time falling to sleep – restless legs. You know what that’s like. I felt like running a marathon while laying down in my bed. My eyes were tired, but I couldn’t keep my legs still. I got up. I got down. And because I knew I had to drink water to flush the toxins out of my system, naturally, I had to go use the facilities…often. This was a relief of sorts as I had a good excuse to get up! So- that was how the night marched on. All in all, though, I woke up feeling rested and refreshed. (What?)
I woke up at 4:00 and forced myself to stay in bed until 5:30am when I knew Kevin would be up to prepare me a coffee! (grin) I stood up right away – mindful that I may be dizzy. Nope – I was good. I walked quickly to my housecoat and threw is on. All was good. “I feel great.” I thought. And then I remembered the nurses sage words of wisdom.
“You are going to be wired for sound for awhile, Stacey. But be careful to rest.”
Ummmmm, wired? Yup. You bet. My “to do” list raced through my mind. But first – a walk! I almost skipped down the stairs where the dog and Kevin greeted me. Kevin looked at me tentatively – the dog longingly (should that be the reverse?). Okay – the dog wanted her treat and Kevin wasn’t sure how I would be feeling. “How are you feeling?” asked Kevin.
I feel great – so far so good! Off we went to drink our coffees (mine I watered down with milk as I was told it could upset my stomach) and watch the news. Kevin was tired. Maybe the stress of having to work full-time AND take care of me and the children was wearing him down? “You ready to walk?” I inquired.
“Yup. But I’m tired today.”
Out the door we went. The warm weather cloaked the walk in fog. There were no stars, no moon, no wind. But it was extraordinary nonetheless. Our clip was a good one. I couldn’t believe the difference between this first-day-after-chemo and the first-day-after-chemo the first time. Experience taught me to not panic. Admittedly, I needed to slow my pace after the first 10 minutes, but we carried on. I felt a bit dizzy and remembered I had been warned that the copious quantities of drugs I had consumed the previous day would affect my memory and my balance. I took Kevin’s arm for support – and we carried on.
The morning progress much like every other morning. Breakfasts were made, lunches packed, and I accompanied David (the youngest) to the bus. Here, I met my neighbour Natalie. “Stacey, I ordered you a good food box and I have it. Do you want me to grab it for you?”
I was thrilled! The good food box is a program whereby local farmers send parts of their harvest each month to a group of workers in Barrie who package the goods into grocery bags pre-ordered by customers who subscribe to the program. So – essentially – you get fresh, local, in season veggies once a month.
“Did you make your turkey broth yet, Natalie?” I asked.
“No – I have the carcass, but I was going to throw it out tomorrow.”
“Let’s cook it now.” I said with glee (still feeling the marathon effect from the previous night). I’ll show you what to do!
Natalie and I prepared her broth and off she went to work. I made my broth. I did dishes. I made bread I made soup. I did my blog. And I still have energy!
“Stacey, I think I need some of your steroids.” my 81 year-old Mother-in-Law joked.
We both chuckled at the thought of her on steroids.
The weather is certainly not spectacular today but that means nothing to me. I survived yesterday. I know I can continue my chemo with the help of pre-meds that put my immune system to sleep. I know that the chemo is working and I was given a date for a follow-up CT scan with Dr. Dodge (the surgeon). Things are looking up. Okay, I have chemo brain… just take a look at the mistakes I made in yesterday’s post! But I am alive and I feel optimistic that things are looking up.
Today is definitely an ADD kind of day!