Affects of The First Cycle

It's Thursday. The first cycle of my chemo ended Sunday. Whew, no one prepared me for how this would affect me. First there's the overall fatigue. The sad part is that while I'm so tired, it's very difficult to sleep. So I've tossed and turned each night while grabbing a few moments of rest on the couch in the afternoons. My appetite is starting to return, but Monday I couldn't eat anything. One, I had no desire to eat; no hunger and, two I simply had no taste buds...a half a piece of toast with peanut butter for breakfast was all I could handle and even that tasted like mushy cardboard. Tuesday I had tomato soup and Wednesday scrambled eggs and toast. Then there's the pain; my upper legs and torso mostly. It's been difficult to move, get off the couch, up out of bed, etc. Of course I should have been prepared for this, I guess. By it's very nature, chemo pumps cell-killing poison through one's viens. That's got to have a result on how one feels. It certainly has on me and I guess now I have a better idea of what to look forward to in the weeks and months to come.

I took a very short walk in the backyard this morning and snapped some shots of our cherry trees. The thought of spring and developments in the garden are in stark and welcome contrast to how I feel lately.

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