Short-story: Holy fuck, cannabis and good sleep helps so much. Each week is so different!
Long story: As I sit here, I reflect on my 6th week, and I'm totally baffled by this giant experiment with my body.
You might recall that week 5 knocked me on my ass when it came to fatigue and chemo-brain.
But if week 5 was the Struggle Bus, week 6 has been the Express Bus (nose bleeds and brain fog aside).
Going into week 6, I doubled down on my cannabis protocol, and I also sent Monty to the pet sitter's for two nights following my infusion so I could sleep in. Oh my goodness. It helped so much. I almost feel better than I did in all previous weeks.
Except that brain fog. It's no joke. If we're catching up and I suddenly can't find words, or simply forget what I was talking about ... that, my friends, is chemo brain.
Mentally, I'm struggling with being in this "sick person" phase of my life, trying to balance the reality that I am still functioning well but also not right. That I can still eat, move, laugh, and look cute while also poisoning my body and losing things like, oh, short-term memory, not having hair, and waking up with nose bleeds.
Gratitude list:
OMG. I am so grateful not to be working during this time so I can rest, exercise, and also not have to struggle with the inefficiency and frustration of a malfunctioning short-term memory.
I am so grateful that you, my friends and family, are patient with me when I'm not up for responding right away. Thank you, thank you.
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