on a hot summer day.
Hair coming out fairly rapidly. I had to play a funeral gig this a.m. Thought about making a debut appearance with new wig, but decided I was presentable enough with short and thinning locks.
This afternoon I had two piano students and, for first time, I really had to fight to maintain the patience to teach. The fatigue is heavy. I ate dinner but had to force it down; am now fighting waves of nausea.
Weird. Yesterday I thought I was feeling ok despite dizziness. Today it's like I'm being hit with a sledgehammer.
I take some consolation in the thought that the same agony I am experiencing is being felt by all of those rogue and nasty cancer cells inside my body. Remember that old Raid commercial? The one where the roaches are running around in terror and yelling "RAID!!"? I sort of enjoy picturing that scene happening inside my body. Only they're yelling, CHEMO!! Run for your life!
Trust me... if those pesky little cancer cells are feeling like I am starting to feel...then maybe this stuff is working. Gotta hope so.
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