Chemo 6 is tomorrow. It will be the last chemo. Thank goodness for that. But, of course, the chemo itself is no big deal. It's the pain and tiredness that sets in three or four days later that's the big deal. And that's still to come.
In the meantime, I am just plain old tired. Everything is tired, most of all my thighs. All the time. I walk up ten steps and I'm out of breath. Don't even try to send me chasing after the horses. I have to stop and rest all the time. I've seen old grandmothers who move faster than me. Kneeling down on the floor with Sabina - that's a real effort, and I can't even do that for very long.
Dingo's lesson with Ron
8 years ago
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