Most of us, if we’re old enough, have heard all sorts of horror stories about chemotherapy. You’re terribly sick all the time, all your hair falls out, it generally puts you through the wringer. I heard all those tales, so I wasn’t looking forward to undergoing chemotherapy.
Well, I’ve been on it for two weeks and have pretty much skated over and past the scary side effects. I’ve gotta believe they’ve gotten a lot better at it over the years. Medications are available to deal with side effects, but so far I haven’t needed any. My hip hurts all the time, and I can’t get a good night’s sleep because of bladder stones; but those afflictions have little or nothing to do with the chemo.
But I do have some problems with it. I’m clumsy: bump into things, trip over things, drop things, etc. And I forget stuff that I ought to remember. I am assured that these effects are temporary and will gradually go away when the chemo stops.
And I have a lot of fatigue. Can’t start a new novel, under the circumstances. I need more rest during the day. Everybody says so, and I guess I’d better take their advice.
So it’s so far, so good: so the doctors tell me. And I appreciate your prayers on my behalf. Thank you.