Fatigue, but not much else

Last week, Thursday was an awful day. Nausea, and feeling like I had the flu. Today is so different. It is likely because the only chemo drug I had this week was Taxol. Still took my anti nausea meds, but other than being tired (which might be a side effect of the meds) I’m good. One side effect of taxol that certainly is a new one for me is a change in bowel habits. (I told you TMI!) I have spent most of my life constipated, but no Miralax for me right now! I’m happy to say that life feels pretty darned close to normal. My hair hasn’t fallen out yet, I’m eating well, and yes, still enjoying a small glass of wine in the evening. Last night it was a 2008 Wellington Victory Reserve. Seemed kind of fitting. I am going for victory. Our stock of Wellington is dwindling, but as long as I am enjoying wine, I want to drink the good stuff in the cellar. Peter Wellington retired, and what will be called Wellington in the future will not be the same, so once the Wellington we have on hand is gone, it’s gone. We have plans to go to Philadelphia with friends this weekend and I’m looking forward to it. I will pace myself and sit when I need to, but plan on having a lovely time with great friends. I still get pissed off about this damn disease, but I’m stuck with it and will keep moving forward and loving life.

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  1. oatmeal girlFebruary 8, 2018 at 8:29 PM

    No need to apologize for TMI.
    This is your story.
    Your life.
    Your reality.
    We read at our own risk.

    PS - I' so glad this week has been better. Have a great trip!

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