Monday, February 24, 2020
Yesterday was not fun. I do not think I was out of bed for even two hours. I felt fine when I woke up and for a little while when I was up. Then my Achilles heel struck again! On a usual Sunday morning, I get out of bed and then my significant other, Donald, does the weekly grocery shopping. Donald is usually gone for about an hour. Yesterday that one hour felt like the longest hour of my life.
I started to feel queasy about ten minutes after Donald left. Twenty minutes later, I was ready to call it a day. I would have had my seven-year-old, Mika, open a grapefruit soda for me to drink to help settle my tummy, but Mika is still afraid to try to open them. It took Mika and me more than 15 minutes to open a soda the last time we did it so I decided I could wait until Donald got home from shopping for a soda.
The minutes stretched out endlessly it seemed. The knots in my stomach got bigger and the minutes got longer. Finally! Donald returned from grocery shopping. Of course, I could not ask Donald to take care of me until he and Mika brought in the groceries and put them away. Fifteen minutes after Donald returned, I could go back to bed and feel miserable instead of sitting in my chair and feeling more miserable.
I dozed a little in between drinks of the grapefruit soda Donald opened for me and about an hour later I was calling to Mika, “Mika, I need you right now! Mika, I need you right now! Mika, I need you right now!” Mika came in my room to give me a throw-up bucket and move my heater so I could roll over to get sick. When I was finished, Mika gave me back my heater and I dozed on and off for a couple more hours.
I can throw up and not need to go to the hospital! Okay, I barely threw up; it was mostly dry heaves, but I cannot describe the relief I feel knowing that I can once again get sick like a normal person and not be in an ambulance headed to the hospital a few hours later. It gets tiring wondering if any little ailment will kill you today. It makes me think of the first day I met Dr. Doom and Gloom and he basically told me I was going to die. If he treated my cancer one way, I could die. If he treated my cancer another way, I could die. Each treatment could kill me. I still like him, even if he thinks I am a delicate flower.
I did not believe Dr. Doom and Gloom then; I believe him now. I had enough complications when I was doing the slash and burn chemotherapy treatment, I now believe I could be a delicate flower. Okay, maybe not a delicate flower, but not indestructible as I like to say. At least I do not need to worry about coronavirus killing me since I am on a chemotherapy break as it is getting ready to spread across the United States.
I did drink three-quarters of a glass of milk before I went back to bed yesterday and grapefruit soda has some calories. Donald ordered pizza last night because he did not want to cook, and he ordered me chicken wings. I ate one chicken wing. I wanted to make sure the chicken did not upset my tummy. I also ate four or five grapes Those four items were all I had other than water yesterday. Today I am already on my third glass of milk. My tummy troubles are over. Unfortunately, Mika cannot say the same.
Mika started throwing up when she spent the night at her sister’s house last night and is home from school with me today. I am not sure if we suffered from the same issue because I was only sick for about five hours total and Mika has been sick for 12 hours so far.
My piece of advice to you is to look for the positive spin. I was sick yesterday so I can take care of Mika today. Both Donald and my older daughter called me today to make sure I was still feeling well enough to take care of Mika. I am fine and do not need help, but it made me feel special when they called to check on me.
Until next time,
Susanne
Please check out my GoFundMe page.
Yesterday was not fun. I do not think I was out of bed for even two hours. I felt fine when I woke up and for a little while when I was up. Then my Achilles heel struck again! On a usual Sunday morning, I get out of bed and then my significant other, Donald, does the weekly grocery shopping. Donald is usually gone for about an hour. Yesterday that one hour felt like the longest hour of my life.
I started to feel queasy about ten minutes after Donald left. Twenty minutes later, I was ready to call it a day. I would have had my seven-year-old, Mika, open a grapefruit soda for me to drink to help settle my tummy, but Mika is still afraid to try to open them. It took Mika and me more than 15 minutes to open a soda the last time we did it so I decided I could wait until Donald got home from shopping for a soda.
The minutes stretched out endlessly it seemed. The knots in my stomach got bigger and the minutes got longer. Finally! Donald returned from grocery shopping. Of course, I could not ask Donald to take care of me until he and Mika brought in the groceries and put them away. Fifteen minutes after Donald returned, I could go back to bed and feel miserable instead of sitting in my chair and feeling more miserable.
I dozed a little in between drinks of the grapefruit soda Donald opened for me and about an hour later I was calling to Mika, “Mika, I need you right now! Mika, I need you right now! Mika, I need you right now!” Mika came in my room to give me a throw-up bucket and move my heater so I could roll over to get sick. When I was finished, Mika gave me back my heater and I dozed on and off for a couple more hours.
I can throw up and not need to go to the hospital! Okay, I barely threw up; it was mostly dry heaves, but I cannot describe the relief I feel knowing that I can once again get sick like a normal person and not be in an ambulance headed to the hospital a few hours later. It gets tiring wondering if any little ailment will kill you today. It makes me think of the first day I met Dr. Doom and Gloom and he basically told me I was going to die. If he treated my cancer one way, I could die. If he treated my cancer another way, I could die. Each treatment could kill me. I still like him, even if he thinks I am a delicate flower.
I did not believe Dr. Doom and Gloom then; I believe him now. I had enough complications when I was doing the slash and burn chemotherapy treatment, I now believe I could be a delicate flower. Okay, maybe not a delicate flower, but not indestructible as I like to say. At least I do not need to worry about coronavirus killing me since I am on a chemotherapy break as it is getting ready to spread across the United States.
I did drink three-quarters of a glass of milk before I went back to bed yesterday and grapefruit soda has some calories. Donald ordered pizza last night because he did not want to cook, and he ordered me chicken wings. I ate one chicken wing. I wanted to make sure the chicken did not upset my tummy. I also ate four or five grapes Those four items were all I had other than water yesterday. Today I am already on my third glass of milk. My tummy troubles are over. Unfortunately, Mika cannot say the same.
Mika started throwing up when she spent the night at her sister’s house last night and is home from school with me today. I am not sure if we suffered from the same issue because I was only sick for about five hours total and Mika has been sick for 12 hours so far.
My piece of advice to you is to look for the positive spin. I was sick yesterday so I can take care of Mika today. Both Donald and my older daughter called me today to make sure I was still feeling well enough to take care of Mika. I am fine and do not need help, but it made me feel special when they called to check on me.
Until next time,
Susanne
Please check out my GoFundMe page.