How do you feel?
How was the last chemo?

I appreciate the care and concern, but answering those questions over and over is becoming overwhelming. It pulls energy away from healing.
In general, chemo sucks. There’s always some level of inflammation or pain somewhere in my body.

Here’s the routine:
Tuesday (Day 0)
Five-plus hours at the hospital getting the chemo drip. I’m sent home with a portable pump that delivers poison into my body for the next 48 hours.

Wednesday (Day 1)
The worst day. Heavy head. Fatigue. Some nausea. I can’t read. I can’t write. I’m a couch-bound spectator, binge-watching whatever requires the least effort.

Thursday (Day 2)
I wake up feeling surprisingly good. Then reality sets in: the pump is still attached, I stink from not showering, and I’m carefully trying not to get the bandaged port in my chest wet. I manage a few things. By around 11:00, I crash hard and spend the rest of the day on the couch.

Friday (Day 3)
Similar to Day 2, but with a little more energy.

Saturday (Day 4)
About 80% recovered.

Sunday (Day 5)
The mental haze is gone. Physically, though, the muscles start to hurt.

I’d much rather hear a snippet of *your* life, preferably a positive one. Tell me what’s exciting you. That’s what excites me.