Weekend Recovery
Another ghastly week is done and I have two days to start feeling functional again. The fatigue is almost overwhelming now and the side effects on my insides are continuous, but still managable with drugs.
I had a couple of bad trips in the cancer wagon this week. Some people don't know that treatment can make you hypersensitive to smells; most people in the cancer club do know and they are careful about it. But I had one driver too lavish with perfume and I was trapped in a van without an openable window. Two days later it was a passenger who reeked of cigarette smoke. In both cases, I tried to relax and send calming thoughts to my churning stomach.
I have just four more days of the full treatment, then another seven of reduced radiation (smaller area), so I can now visualize the end to this adventure.