Things are looking up

I think I'm on the mend.

Today, I don't feel like a 90 year old woman, I feel more like a 75 year old.

That shows improvement.

I'm cautiously optimistic that the pain will start fading, and the joints un stiffen soon and I will be able to walk on my own.

The first 2 days after chemo weren't really that bad, mostly I felt nauseated and crampy. Sort of like my worst period ever combined with pregnancy queasiness.

Brad made bacon for breakfast and I vomited. How's that for a 'thank you?' Not that I didn't appreciate the effort, but the smell sent me over the top.

Then, on day 3 my limbs started feeling heavy and stiff. I felt like I had just ran a marathon... yeah, as if that would ever happen. Still, nothing too disturbing, just sore and uncomfortable.

Until 10 pm on day 3. That is when it shifted from uncomfortable to unbearable. I felt the type of pain I cannot describe accurately. Deep inside my bones. Pain from the inside out. Everything hurt, even my teeth, my guts.

Day 4 remained the same, where I was immobilized still by my body. Walking to the bathroom became a field trip out of bed. It took two of us, and about 10 minutes to walk 5 steps.

This morning is day 5.

I woke up feeling a little better.

Like I said, less like a 90 year old and more like a 75 year old.

I walked to the bathroom all by myself.

That in itself is worth celebrating.