Week 6 Day 1 (4/11/22)

I finally made it off of the bathroom floor. This last round of chemotherapy rocked me to my core. I’m still incredibly ill but I’m happy to at least be able to stand now. It’s difficult putting thoughts into words. My mind is mush. Trying to focus on this has taken every ounce of concentration I’m able to muster.

I’ve done nothing but bleed my insides out since Friday. I have not eaten the entire weekend. I’ve dropped into the 16x weight category. If not for the saline bags I’ve had attached to my Medport I’d surely be dehydrated more so then I currently am. I can not hold down the smallest bite of food and even a teaspoon of water goes does violently.

Friday I was unable to complete the final radiation treatment of the week and had to return home after failing to do so. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to make it in today either. I’ll have to force myself if this comes to Tuesday but for how one more day without Gamma rays doesn’t seem like the worst thing to me right now. Either way this will cause the treatment to be extended thus canceling the 16th.

I’ve got some bizarre type of reflux right under my Adam’s apple and when ever I burp it tries to push blood out my rectum. It feels like I’m puking but there’s nothing there to come out. I did get stomach acid yesterday though. That burned as it came up past all the sores that developed in my mouth and throat.

There’s a good chance I’ll end up at the hospital sometime today if for no other reason then to get hydrated. That’s a key factor to flushing these chemo drugs out of my system and until enough of them have passed on I’m going to continue being miserable. My physical strength has left me and my mental is definitely being pushed to the limits but I’m still taking some form of step forward and will continue to do so.