I’m pretty much done my first treatment! I’m on day 12 of 168, and now I know roughly what to expect for the rest of this process. Ultimately the first one wasn’t as bad as I thought, but there are some unfortunate symptoms, and a few… incidents.
A day typically looks like this. I usually feel pretty good in the morning, so I make fresh pressed juice for Amanda and I before she goes to work. Sometimes bake a loaf of my homemade sourdough bread that’s been rising over night (if 14 year old me could see me now!). Then I take a double dose of laxatives and wash it down with a double espresso. I’ll spare you the gory details of the next half hour or so, but if you want to capture the sentiment, you can watch the first 20 minutes of “Saving Private Ryan”.
The rest of the day is totally dependent of where I am in my cycle (there’s a joke here that the feminist in me won’t allow me to make). If it’s one of my bad days (3-6 days following chemo), I’ll usually be pretty fatigued and nauseous so I’m typically just relaxing around the house. If it’s any other day, I usually feel like I can do about anything as long as I’m dodging sick people and allowing time for a potential afternoon nap. I might even be going back to work for a few hours a week!
Because I need to drink so much water during the day to flush my system, I wake up in the middle of the night to go the the bathroom multiple times. This is something I typically do standing up (I swear there’s a reason I’m telling you this). On about day 6 or so, I had a particularly urgent trip to the bathroom. I was standing there, doing my business, and I got extremely light headed. So I’m standing there, right in the middle of peeing, and suddenly I feel like I’m going to pass out. This was a huge dilemma.
Do I try to maintain accuracy while turning around to sit? That seemed like an interesting challenge. The thought of pinching it off mid-stream felt like it might cause me to faint at the time. Do I stop peeing and consciously try to lie down immediately so that if I do pass out I won’t hurt myself? Do I lie down and continue peeing… try a lob shot?
Sadly we’ll never know exactly what I decided to do.
I woke up on the floor of the study with Amanda standing over me, and a sore jaw. I think that when I was leaving the bathroom, I knew I wouldn’t make it to the bedroom; so I headed for the chair in the study and passed out on the way there.
Now, when I need to go in the middle of the night, I do it sitting… and I’ve gotta say, I don’t hate it.
So it goes.