Okay - so sorry I haven't posted since the big Chemo Sucks plea for sympathy. Things actually did get better, after hurling Friday night, I felt about 40% on Saturday and yesterday, I did manage to get out in the morning for a bit to a local craft fair, feeling about 60% (today, I'm about 75% and I can live with that).
I'm eating and drinking, though certain smells manage to set me off (say good-bye to fried foods), and while I'm still wonky and have very mild queasiness, everything seems to be staying down.
So I went today for my check-up with Dr. F (I see him every three weeks, in addition to my chemo, in addition to my blood tests). We talked about the nausea and he talked about the different course of treatment for next week to help with the queasies and after he listed off a bunch of possibilities, he says, "and there's always the marijuana pill," only, he's from South America (can't remember if it's Brazil or Argentina) but anyway, he pronounced it with the "J" sounding as in "John." I'm sorry, I made him repeat it and then couldn't help but laugh - I'm calling it that from now on. I don't think he appreciates my humor though when I say things like, "Well can we skip the rest and go right to that?" But he did chuckle when I told him my Mom already offered me her stash and Becky said she could pick up some for me at school (like it's something she can get in the school store).
Anyway, for those of you checking in, I'm hanging in there, trying to get as much done now while I feel up to it and dreading next Tuesday a bit (but knowing it will last less than three days now, I think I can handle it).
Thanks for checking in.