Chemo is getting in the way of my escape from chemo. How delightfully ironic.
I’ve been attempting, and failing, to write about a bunch of different topics and issues and other stuff that I’ve been thinking about for the last week. I have a blog! I want to add to it! But I haven’t been able to. Why? I’m exhausted. Actually, that word doesn’t even begin to cover it.
My doctor warned me that the only real cumulative effect of my chemo is fatigue, and, um, she’s right. I’ve been tired and scattered for a while; I’ve had moments where I literally walk into a wall because I lose muscle strength and coordination, but since half-way through last week (Day 4ish of Round Five), I have been incapable of stringing together a thought to its logical conclusion.
So my days have been filled with half-written emails, one sentence draft blog posts, cranky exchanges, blank stares, and naps. If I have something to do (dinner with friends, appointment with the wig guys to wash and style my lovely fake mane, doctor visits) I rally for about an hour, stay quiet for the next, and have to go home and do nothing before the third hour rolls around.
I’m hoping to be “back” soon, or at least back enough to reengage with the ideas bouncing around my head, but in the interim, it’s naptime.