Ive been up since 2am. Take your worst nausea and then multiply it by 1934. And then multiply that by itself…. and it still wouldn’t come close to what I feel. To make things worse, it isn’t the “Throwing Up” type of nausea. This morning I just sat on the couch and cried with Mark.
I took 4 Zofran. FOUR.
Today is our first day of homeschooling (my 2 oldest kids go to school 2 days a week and are home for 3), and I feel utterly useless.
So if you wouldn’t mind, say a prayer for me today. Pray that my body would react positively to the chemo, and that I would feel better.
They say Temador builds up in your system and the last few days are going to be the worst. My last day is Saturday, but I expect I will feel it through Monday. I feel like I have been hit by a truck, and then hit again.