So this cycle (my third) of chemotherapy began with great expectations. I'm now up to 6 different anti-nausea medications and guinea hen weed tea from Jamaica thanks to Stacey's mum. I'm happy to say that I made it through the week without vomiting. Unfortunately my nausea and lack of appetite seemed to last a few days longer. I guess it's a trade-off. I also welcomed a new symptom, fatigue. I didn't recognize it at first. Just thought I was lazy, but then all attempts to battle my laziness failed. With it I am losing weight and muscle. NOT a happy camper.
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| anti-nausea medication |
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| anti-nausea pills |
I was able to visit a capoeira group near Minneapolis on Tuesday (day six) and even able to play in the roda although I found myself nearly blacking out after a minimum of exertion. One student there, a nurse, was quite worried that I was playing with my surgically implanted port, but I assured her that I would stay out of knife fights and play with caution.
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| Visiting Capoeira Omulu near Minneapolis |
After capoeira I took Marcello to see my childhood home and elementary school. Of course he was ecstatic. <insert sarcasm here> but he did enjoy the pan pizza at my old college hangout, Green Mill.
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| my childhood home in the St. Paul suburb of Maplewood. |
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| having the "famous" green mill pan pizza in St. Paul with my son |
So as I prepare for cycle 4 and the prospect of more fatigue, I've had to tamper my great expectations. I'm making a plan for a very simple exercise routine that I may be able to do even during the darkest days. A few pull-ups, a few push ups, some jump rope, walking. It's not what I had hoped for, but realizing this is a temporary situation, I want to avoid losing any more weight or any more muscle. Hoping for the best, but hankering down for the storm ahead.
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