Very tired.
August 24, 2009
Can’t think of anything to write. The chemo really hit me yesterday and I spent the day zoning out on the couch. I’m not quite as tired today, bit I’m a bit flakey. I’ll try to think of something more inspiring to write later.
Tomorrow is Hank’s birthday. Happy birthday Hubby!
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Me, too! I thought it was the yard work. Being out in the sun really saps me sometimes. Today is definitely better. Now if we can find some adult-strength liquid Advil for Bill, all will be well. 🙂
Well, the sun might be some of it, but this is a “special” kind of chemo tired that, unforunately, is way too familiar and has to do with low red blood cell counts — short of breath, unable to concentrate, nauseous, that sort of thing. The chemo must have blasted those poor red cells yesterday. I’m going to ask the naturopath if there’s anything I can do to battle this kind of thing better in the future.
Jill,
Saw your post on the Inspire site, and thought I’d post here. I’m “mouthymomma” over there.
When I was so tired from chemo, I still tried to walk every night–it seems as though I had a similar schedule–three weeks on, one week off. I’d walk with my husband after we put the kids to bed. It got to where I was going so slowly I must have looked like I was walking through jell-o. But I think it helped my morale.
I’m so sorry you’re tired. It just sucks. Badly.
Thinking of you,
Heather
Yes. Walking through jell-o. That’s a great comparison. I hope you’re doing well now!
Hey Jill, here’s to a better, less flakey day.
Happy birthday Hank! A fellow Virgo! I would ask how old Hank is, but that would mean I’d have to say how old I am. So, we’ll just call it even. :~)
Here’s to forever young!
Mame
Well, yes. Forever young! lol
I’m feeling slightly less flakey, althoug Hank did say yesterday that I’d fade out when I was talking with him and he’d realize I’d gone off elsewhere for a while mentally. And there were points when I would completely lose track of what people were saying — and lose track of what I was saying in the middle of a sentence or even a word. I’m feeli ——- what was I saying?
Squirrel!
Point! (to squirrel)
ps- Don’t worry about posting something “more inspiring.” The news is the news, and worrying about “more inspirational” updates verges on “Heroic Cancer Patient” behavior (see paragraph 1) of your July 29 email). 😉
pps- Happy Birthday Hank!
Happy Belated Birthday, Hank. My dad reminded me last night that it was your dad’s birthday too so happy birthday to you both. You all are in our prayers. God bless you. Love, Colleen and Ed
Happy Birthday Hank! Yeah for Virgos!
I know it might sound counterintuitive, but I found that lifting weights helped when I was doing chemo. It helped keep my energy up somehow. Also, when I did the weekly infusion, I’d have them throw in two big bags of saline, because I had trouble with dehydration throughout. That saline had me so pumped up that I literally went out dancing every Friday night after chemo. Of course by Sunday I was flat on my back…. but still. – So try it. weights and extra water w/your poison drip.
Interesting. I’ve been trying to do weights and I’ll pump that effort up, so to speak. I’m usually so impatient to get the heck out of the torture chamber that I don’ t know if I can stand waiting for two bags of saline. I’ll think about it, though. Good suggestions.
My Dad aimed for a simple walk, sometimes only 10 minutes depending on how tired he was. His schedule was similar as it was three weeks on and one week off.
Could it be the steroids that are injected with the chemo causing the foggy brain sensation?
Happy belated birthday to your hubby!
Continued prayers and in your corner!