I feel terrible. I am in the middle of the “nadir,” when I am at my lowest point post treatment. Six rounds of this minimum, before the stem cell transplant. This is round #2.
I had a fever last night. To go to the ER or not? The ER is crowded with sick germ-filled people tightly packed in a small area. I took Tylenol, more Tylenol, watched all the late night/early morning news programs I could stomach (such uplifting news!), then finally the fever broke early morning.
My sister came to stay for one night and help. Janice and Chauncey had to work Wednesday. My sister made me chicken soup and beef with rice, both delicious. I have a pic I took of the two of us, but not sure I should post it. I like the pic, but have a feeling my sister would skin me alive with a dull rusty knife. Slowly. Carefully. I think it is a great pic!
I finally passed out this afternoon and slept for 4+ hours. I’m still feeling poorly, but not feverish. I’ll take what I can get.
I did not deal with mouth sores during chemo in 2008. Seems I am making up for that this time. One of the sores, a big spot right near my teeth on the right side, gets bit every once in a while. I assure that is nuclear in proportion. I have gone to mostly soft foods/liquids today. I am eating as slowly and diligently as I can, but my efforts seem to help very little.
I do not like this nadir stuff, it is the pits. Just terrible. I guess I have to do what I have to do.