Tomorrow

I know I can’t wish my life away but I keep hoping for a better day. I thought it would be today. But not so much. Last week was my triple-play chemo week and it did me in on so many levels and in so many ways. Feeling sick all week, and getting dehydrated enough to pass out on the way to and from the bathroom. Again, Jerry was there to help me. I don’t really remember what happened but there is a big knot on the back of my head and a destroyed lamp for evidence. I am working hard at drinking more water and eating more. I’m not generally hungry but I know I’ve got to eat. After blood work today Jerry and I stopped at the Golden West in Hampden for lunch. Considering I was not the least bit hungry I did well— an un-chicken sandwich and fries. I ate almost all of it. Yay me. This week I have also been plagued with constipation. I feel like I’m trying to pass boulders. Upped my laxatives which has helped. And water. More water. Next week will be the opposite. I did have a bit of a respite on Sunday and went to the big craft show with my friend, Patty. I brought water, walked when I could and rested when I needed to. And of course, came home with some beautiful items included a summer hat that will protect my bald noggin from the sun. I have faith that this week will be easier. Tomorrow during chemo I will get steroids, which will perk me up. And the rest of the week should be easier. I know I can’t wish, or sleep, my life away. I have to remember that this won’t go on forever.