Fighting Through Tough Times!

Although the time in the chemo chair was relatively uneventful, the effects of Round 2 really wore down Shermance.  I went to work in the afternoon...maybe I should have stayed home.  Her body was hot and cold, she was teary-eyed, with emotional swings.  She lost her appetite - not even hungry for a morsel of the garlic-infused pork chop feast her mother brought over. Dinner for her was water, Powerade, vegetable broth and a few bland crackers.  She couldn't even keep that down - yuck!  She never wants to see red Powerade again - remindes her of the red chemo syringe.

This was the first time she took both pills for anti-nausea and it didn't take the edge off completely.  After nearly falling asleep on the toilet, she was able to get up on her own for a shower. She felt much better and got ready for bed.  Tonight, instead of doing our night-time routine in the boys rooms, the boys came down to our room, and with Mimi and Boppa we sang, "You are my Sunshine", said our prayers, and tucked Shermance in for the night.

The Red Devil