There's nothing fabulous about it. Except maybe that I have a husband who's encouraging me to stay in bed all day and watch movies while he takes care of the boys. That's a fabulous husband.
Day 3. Or is it 4? My mind is completely spacey and I'm tired a lot. I have itchy rashes here and there on parts of my skin. I haven't had much nausea so far, but I've totally lost my appetite. Forget any special diet right now. I'll just eat what I can bear to eat, which today has been a pear, a bite of cheese, a few spoonfuls of applesauce and a little bit of leftover mac and cheese.
I have to carry the chemo drugs around with me, attached to pumps, in a black backpack. The cords sticking out of it are hooked up to the PICC line in my arm. One or the other of the pumps makes a sound every minute or so. Needless to say, what with the whole set-up, it's hard to forget that I'm on chemo. Changing my shirt involves stringing each bag and pump through the armhole separately. It took me 20 minutes to do it yesterday morning, and I probably won't do it today. I am wearing Steve's old T-shirts because the arms are large enough to fit the pump through. Now I need to go figure out how to change the batteries in the pumps because I have to do that every three days.
I like to come out of my room every so often and interact with the family. Ben was smiling at me a lot earlier, and Daniel is just a funny boy. Steve is getting pretty worn out caring for them, though. I wish I could do more to help, but he insists he's got it under control.