Soooo...
The chemo went not too bad. Had a couple of times when I had to take the anti nausea but other than that, it went okay.
The day after taking the last pill however, landed me in emerg because of the nastiest, itchiest rash I have ever experienced. Was told to take Benadryl and that would help...and it did a bit.
Needless to say it was a wretched, painful period. The Saturday that was the second last day of taking the pill was very painful emotionally but also to a degree strengthening, realizing how much people think of each other and the feeling of family, particularly people that I had seen on a regular basis but never really got to know.
The following Saturday was a good, bad, great and ugly day. Had been off the chemo for a week and decided a wee bit of drinking (because kitty knows what a wee bit is) would be a good thing. Again, it was a get together of people who treated each other as family and made things much easier for me but it was up and down and all around for all of us. Can't remember if it was laphroaig or laguvalin (?) that did it to me but poor Peter had to deal with me falling and whacking my head on bumper of a car. Bumpers are fortunately plastic now. Whew!
Tried to go to work that Monday and now I'm on my second week in the hospital trying to deal with my emotions, or my depression. I am currently feeling much, MUCH better than when I started out here, but I am having my regular med's adjusted and prolly won't be out until Wednesday. Kind of a drag, but in the long run much better for me.
I hope all is well with all of my friends (family).