It's day four after chemo and I think I've come to the conclusion that chemo is an accumulated sickness. I feel sicker now that after the first, second or even third chemo treatment. It's like the sickness accumulates as you wait for the poison to kill the cancer.
I am waiting, with my Mom. We have been rambling all day today. She listens to my tears and agonies and keeps me going with conversations. I am not sure what we talk about, words of loves and regrets, holding hands when the tears come, whispers that it will be okay when all I want to do is throw up. Soon, the sickness should start to fad, but in the meantime we keep rambling.
Rainer is rambling too. He's been in the garden on this still winter day, pulling weeds and planting seeds. The girls were off on a play date allowing me the time to be ill without them seeing me be ill. Dylan is rambling through Eastern Washington as he visits Washington State.
And we just keep rambling along waiting for the sickness to go away.
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