It’s the end of week one, and it has been quite a week. It wasn’t horrible, but it was uncomfortable, mostly due to all the unknown. No matter how many side effects you’re warned about, books you read, and experiences you hear about, it’s impossible to prepare for chemotherapy and what follows.
- Mouth issues – skewed tastes, salty and sweet bad, bland good, metallic taste, sore tongue and throat
- Body aches – no fever, light soreness, all-around bone aches, even my skin felt sore, headaches
- Scalp – tingly and sore, hair feels rougher in texture
- Hearing – sensitive to sound, everything seems louder, including the fly that is buzzing around at the moment
- Digestive – stomach upset, nausea, diarrhea, constipation, gas, empty stomach, hunger, cravings
- Fatigue – tired, sleepy, lightheaded, unable to concentrate, foggy
- Eyes – dry eyes, hard to see
- Smell – hyper sensitive to smells, particularly sweet
Granted, these symptoms have been sporadic. If I’d been experiencing all at once, I’d have been freaking out. Usually it’s no more than one or two at a time and I do have remedies for most of them, and have called the doctor when I was unsure.
Considering the chemo is kicking cellular ass inside my body, good and evil, it could be worse. I could feel worse. The most persistent symptom has been fatigue, and I know that’s because my body is working overtime, using its energy reserves to rebuild cells. I’ll accept the exhaustion.
So there have been audiobooks and games of solitaire on my phone. That’s about all my brain can compute. I did go to class Thursday night and that was interesting. Fingers crossed that next week will be better! But, of course, “they” say a week after chemo is when you can expect to feel bad. We’ll see what happens there.
A point of contention between me and Brad has been my hydration. I’m admittedly not taking in as much fluid as I should be. I know this is bad, and I am trying, but it’s hard when even water tastes bad. It has to be in the right cup and the right temperature or else it’s gross.
Now, keep in mind I should be drinking an insane amount of water, like 80 oz, and I’m drinking maybe 50-60. So it’s not like I’m having a glass and calling it quits, I am trying. It’s just hard to force feed myself water. Blech!
So my super husband made me cucumber water, and it’s delicious. This was after he took my bland grocery list to the store and bought me saltines (salted and unsalted, since we didn’t know what I’d like), beans, tortillas, soup, potatoes, and white bread. He’s been a good sidekick.
I do still have an appetite. No surprise there, right? Unfortunately, it’s a lot more sensitive than before. I have to eat much smaller meals, and I’m almost always hungry because I never quite fill myself up. If my stomach gets empty, or feels empty, it’s like I have to start from scratch to not upset it. If I eat too much or too fast, I feel bloated and gross.
So this morning I had some vanilla Greek yogurt, and the first bite on an empty stomach sent me to the bathroom. I had to eat it super slow, and super small baby bites. I added an egg (separately, on a plate, ew), and continued with the baby bites. It worked.
The truth is, this entire thing is (and probably will remain) a work in progress. I have to basically relearn everything according to the new me. And that’s ok. If it makes me healthy in the end, then that’s ok. I’ll deal with it. It’s not going to be fun, but I’ll find the humor when I can.
That’s all I’ve got for now. 🙂