Once upon a time, the night before chemo was a wonderful night, a date night, full of laughing and candlelight and talks with my husband. Those nights, I felt the best I would feel in the 3-week cycle, and I was full of energy and happiness, mixed with just a little dread for the needles and nausea and exhaustion that would follow at the clinic the next day.
Now, however, on weekly chemo, my body doesn’t have the chance to fully recover between cycles. The side effects and exhaustion from the Taxol are said to last “8-11 days.” But I have infusions every 7 days. So I don’t fully recover between times.
It’s not so bad, usually, but I miss the carefree nights before chemo. For now I’m in the late stages of recovery from the last dose, the aches and the bone pain, and the pangs of nausea that linger, the appetite that can’t be tempted, and the chest pain that just. isn’t. going. away. It just makes things harder, that’s all.
And, truthfully, it makes me less excited about going to chemo tomorrow.
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