Day 4: A Roller Coaster of Ramblings

Hi all!  I've wanted to keep up and have thought of tons of things to write about,  but honestly, I just haven't had the energy.  This cancer roller coaster is not for the faint at heart.  Maybe there's a common denominator (that common denominator is me and my big ol' bald head ~ more on that later) in a lot of my posts, the highs and lows of this journey are ever twisting.  To the point of nausea.

Speaking of nausea, I'm writing this at 2:40 am because I am up with achy joints, and you guessed it, the dreaded nausea which supposedly and ironically can be treated with joints.  See what I did there? :).  In truth, the nausea hasn't been overwhelmingly bad until now.  In fact, I have a couple of girl friends who seem to have pregnancy nausea that is way worse than what I'm experiencing.  Also on the topic of nausea, I just laid in bed a fucking hour trying to convince myself I wasn't nauseous, all because I was actually too tired to get up and take a Compazine or Zophran.  Yes, the nausea is such a dreaded side effect that they actually give you two drugs to combat the side effects.

That reminds me, there was clearly a distinct marijuana smell from a patient at my chemo appointment last Thursday.  Richard and I decided that it was probably one of the few doctor offices where such an odor wouldn't be considered downright offensive.  Every one is trying to make their way through this, no matter what.  And they sure as heck aren't going to face any judgement from me.  I just wished I liked pot.  The smell makes me sick.  You know the one I'm talking about...  Okay, I've got to stop writing about pot because those strong, thin muscles that are attached to your tongue are starting to tighten as I think about it.  {Gag}.

Some of you are wondering what 'this' feels like.  Here's a little text I sent out to a few of my close friends tonight:  "It's been a rough day.  I'm not in pain just achy, extremely tired and uncomfy.  I am eating and have managed to take 4 naps and a bath.  More than anything my heart is happy.  My body is sick, but a happy heart and a solid, peaceful mind is a great thing!  Still blessed.  Thanks for checking in."

Okay, now onto my roller coaster of ramblings... I've actually been keeping a short list in my phone of things I want to write about when I have the energy.

• The first one was how I laid in bed an hour trying to decide if I was truly nauseated or if it were all in my head.  
• Today was the first snow of the season and seeing Mason's face light up as the big flakes fell was damn near magical.  I will say, even though I don't feel well, there are worse things than just laying in bed, listening to your mom and little family scurry around the house and watching it snow.  
• So thankful for the time I've had with my family through all of this.  Richard has been with me every step of the way.  And so has my mom.  We probably laid in bed together for hours today.  There wasn't even a lot of talking, just a lot of hand holding and her asking me if she can get me anything to eat or drink.  For those who know mom, you know how she loves to make people feel better with food.  It probably breaks her heart that she just wants to cook me something homemade and all I want are these delicious, store bought, scalloped potatoes.  My mom isn't the 'store bought' kind of lady.  She labors in the kitchen and cooks with her whole heart.  *Mom, don't worry, I know you threw that cardboard box of potatoes in the oven with all your heart too.*  
• Damn, it's cold without hair.  Like all the time.  I literally spent my day curled up in bed, with a hat on (and an eye patch Mason thought I should wear).  To my dad, my brother-in-law Jack, Brian Blackford, and a few other guys I know, my apologies for making fun of your cold, bare, bald heads.  Just smile slightly and know that karma is a bitch and I am now eating my words!  
• Speaking of eating, I am so exhausted lately that I told my mom "even chewing seems like a lot of work."