Chemo Nr. 3 was yesterday. I went over with pretty well, though it is kicking my butt a lot more.
Things went fine, M. sat with me the entire time, my Mom came by. I cannot eat the hospital food they serve us for lunch anymore. The smell alone is enough to make me gag. So M. went to the butcher across the street and got me some sandwiches. I am not sure wat it was, but I know that I cannot eat anything from that place anytime soon.
I am sick. I am tired. My head is spinning. I am weak. Quite weak. M. and I went "shopping" with a couple of friends. It was too much for me. In the evening we were invited to dinner. It was too much.
Now I just lay here. Feeling tired and sick, unable to sleep, unable to get comfortable. I wish the chemo monster would leave.
I have no hair left on me. A few eyelashes. I look in the mirror and do not recognize the person I see.
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