Blind Sided

I just got out of the hospital this afternoon. I got checked in after a blood test during my 4th chemo cycle here.

Before this chemo, I thought, "Hell, I'm been through three rounds aleady and simultaneous with radiation. It should be a piece of cake."

Well, a piece of cake? A piece of bitter, nasty cake covered with angry bees maybe. It certainly has not been easy to deal with.

The first three days were ok, but the weekend was rough. I was sick beginning Friday night pretty much all through to Monday. Without being gorey, I'll say the volume I pushed out of me was at times shocking to me. It would be funny, except it burned badly at times.

You see, I've entered a common phase for head/neck cancer patients where we develop sores inside our throat and mouth. My lips are shredded raw and bloody, too. So, I'm quite pathetic. Pity me. Boo hoo.

Aside from this discomfort, the major problem is vomiting.

The vomiting was so bad that I ended up with nothing to vomit, except bile . . which is basically pure acid. Youch.

So, Monday my blood work came back and they decided to get me fluids and check me in for some care. The visit was not a great time and I would have been better off getting the same attention from my mom. Nevertheless, Kristina came and actually bamboozled the hospital into letting her stay the night watching over me and interrupting for my nurses. My speech is particularly bad right now.


It's been hard, but I'm hoping I'm ready to start recovery now.