So treatment three weeks ago brought on massive food cravings. This time it's all I can do to get anything down. I'm not nauseated, I just don't have much of an appetite. I did realize I was craving sweet drinks. Not soda, but juice. Sent the kids to the store for lemonade, orange juice, apple juice, grape juice, etc. I'm having trouble swallowing and everything gets stuck in my chest. I'll talk to the doctor about that today. Last night it was a milkshake and soup for dinner. :-)
My grandmother was born in Susanville, CA in 1922. At the age of 9 she contracted polio from the river there. I grew up with a grandmother on crutches who had a lot of joint pain. She passed away a few years ago. But this week I have found I'm remembering the ways she got around. Different things she would lean on, or pull on to get mobile. I've found myself copying her a lot this week. My knees started aching last night and this morning I'm just kinda of feeling the chemo meds. I think it takes about a week for them to hit me.
At my last doctor appointment he mentioned that I'm on some pretty heavy duty chemotherapy but I'm "responding exceptionally well". That's encouraging. I'm happy that this poison is working to kill the cancer.
This whole thing seems to be a year of recovery. Get a dose of chemo...recover. Get another...recover. Surgery in June...recover. Radiation in July...recover.
But really, we all do that. We all face challenges and then we recover. Face the next one and .... recover!
Like my friend Mary says, "Wear it well, and keep going"
Keep the Faith
