As you may know, I went to chemo with my makeup done, and wearing my "start strong, finish stronger" shirt. I figured if powerful thinking helps, then I just upped my chance for success. I refuse to let this take me down. I am going to do the best I can to be as normal as I can, and control those things within my power.
I came home and was pretty wiped out. I slept for a few hours until the nausea woke me up. Then I discovered my love for zofran. Within a half hour, the nausea was under control. I still feel a little off, but it's manageable. The best way to describe it is the way you feel when car sickness starts to pass.
Please know if you have called (there have been several wonderful people calling to check in), don't be offended, but I'm not up to talking, but I appreciate the love, prayers and well-wishes. My energy level isn't quite normal and my head's feeling a little funny.
Ah well, I'm just going to say that if I feel funky, then the chemo is in there, doing it's thing. Kill the beast!