As you can tell by this late post, last Friday's chemo didn't go as well as some. The actual session was normal. This time, there were no delays in getting the medications. As usual, I slept through half the session due to the Benedryl.
Saturday wasn't great though. Around lunch time, I developed chills. Serious, teeth-chattering chills, plus nausea. One blanket wasn't working. A second blanket didn't help. Lena brought me a thermometer, but my temperature was normal. Geoff brought me a cup of hot apple cider and my Stematil (anti-nausea pills) and then I started to recover.
Sunday would have been a fine day, I expect, if I hadn't goofed. I picked up my pill box the wrong way, so instead of taking my afternoon pills, I took my night time pills. Yeah, including my sleeping pill (Atavan). So much for me making supper! I didn't come too until 6:30.
Monday, the nausea returned as supper was cooking. I took two Stematil and took to my bed! Lena joined me at 8:00 for a cuddle. Then, I got up at 9:00, just in time to watch my favourite mystery and make Lena's lunch before heading back to bed.
I'm hoping that's it for my reactions to Friday's chemo. Remember, the doctor reduced the amount of Taxol and changed the steroid dosage too, all to improve my quality of life. Well, compared to the weeks when I couldn't stomach anything, I am doing better.