I’ve been feeling nauseous for over a week now, to the point where it’s very hard to eat. All I could manage yesterday was an egg. Being flat on my back is the only thing that makes it go away. Somewhat. I made some ginger and honey tea that helped a bit. I’ve been losing weight like crazy. It’s being caused by the aromatase inhibitor I’ve been taking so I stopped taking it yesterday. I’ll talk to the Dr about it when I see him Tuesday. Today I managed 2 pieces of toast with honey.
My hip isn’t hurting as much thanks to the radiation treatments. I can roll over in bed without being in mind-numbing pain and I was able to clean Grady’s litter box myself today. First time in weeks. I’d be so lost without my friend who, among other things, feeds me and my cat almost everyday. Thank you.
I’m so depressed right now. I wake up in the morning and am ok until I remember what’s going on. Every day I fight the “fight or flight” response and have to force myself into going to Abbotsford for radiation. I just don’t want to be reminded every day that I have a cancer that can’t be cured. I don’t want to be in pain or feel like I’m going to throw up all the time or running a fever to try to make me live longer. That isn’t living. That’s just suffering longer.