I shared with my oncologist that I’ve been sleeping a lot, and had concerns that sleeping twelve hours at a time might be a sign of something bad. “No,” he replies, “There’s a reason we only do eight sessions of chemo at a time, this last month will show you how hard this is on your body.” He’s right, this last month is a challenge. I had my last treatment a week ago today, and usually by now I’ve gained enough energy to be useful around the house and get a few chores done, but not today. Today I mailed some paperwork and brought in the mail from the box, walked around the block a few times and decided that was enough work for one day. I think I’ve done well so far with letting myself relax and not feeling the guilt of doing nothing, but this extra fatigue is doing a number on my brain and I find myself strongly disliking the amount of time I spend relaxing and sleeping.
I’ve been too tired to try to return calls and emails and probably won’t get back to being social until I gain more energy. Socializing is hard right now. Aside from chemo brain I’m also swollen in the face and belly and don’t look or feel like myself right now. One more treatment this coming Monday, and then it’s time to start the healing.