CANCER: Back to Work

Well anyone out there who has been reading this blog who thought I would stop working during chemo clearly doesn't know me very well. Nope. I plan on working all the way through. But, I'll let you in on a little secret- I work from home- full-time! And, thanks to the network gods, I am able to work in my very important naps...

Now when I last wrote, I predicted I would be lying in fetal position. Well, nothing could be further from the truth. Don't get me wrong, I don't feel much like heading to Haiti....however I do feel relatively fine. No nausea, no headaches, just a little tired.

So today, after marinating all day Sunday in my pjs, I decided to well, shower. It was the least I could do, right? Following my typical routine, I hopped out of bed, yelled at the boys to get up, grabbed the paper, brushed my teeth, yelled at the kids some more, and then hopped into my warm, warm shower.

Well, I got clean. That's for certain....However upon stepping out of said shower, I got really, really light headed. In response, I calmly wrapped my soaking wet body in my towel and mentally prepared myself for a trip back to my bed. The plan was to lie down for a minute until the room stopped spinning. However, I'm 43...why do I bother making plans at all? I should know better, right? And here's what happened.

I fainted.

I awoke, lying on my back in my hallway- and get this: still wrapped up in my towel. Talk about grace! I couldn't for the life of me figure out how I got there though....and I couldn't figure out why my face hurt. (Apparently I ran into a wall on my way to faint city...)

Eventually my favorite 10 y.o. tripped over my prone legs. I finally found my voice and said: "Hey, I fainted. Can you grab nana? I think I need some help."

He stumbled into the kitchen and said: "Hey, my mom's on the floor. I don't know why." He really needs to work on his expository explanations. Man! Really?

Anywho, my mom handed me some much needed OJ. I drank it down and felt much, much better. And my lovely baby sister, Gail, whipped up some much appreciated oatmeal with loads of almonds and brown sugar.

Nurse Debbie phoned today to check in. She told me that hot showers and chemo are not a match. I also need to keep lots of electrolytes and crackers near my bed. Crackers in bed? UGH! What next??? Shoes in the house? Eating with our hands??? Civilization as I know it is eroding before my very eyes.

I guess that's cancer for you....