The bad news is that no sooner did I declare how great I felt on Friday, than the nausea came back on Saturday. The good news is that a very sweet friend sent me a care package filled with all kinds of ginger goodies to help me deal with the nausea. (Thanks, Meredith!) I am just so eager to feel better that I think I am pushing too hard and being unrealistic about how quickly I should recover from an illness that I’ve had most of my life. I am so frustrated. My husband is frustrated because he can’t fix it. I’ve gotten to the point that I don’t want to tell him how I am feeling because he gets upset if I tell him that I’m nauseated again. I’d rather that he just not ask.
Don’t mind me – I just needed to vent. My next infusion is on June 7th.
So, how am I? I am fine…I AM FINE. That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it!
