Wednesday, 12/1 -- Return of the PJ Indian.

I took today off from work. I woke up early, felt crappy and tired so I went back to bed. I got up around 9:30, still felt crappy and foggy. I wondered if I got moving maybe I'd start to feel better.

By 11:00, it was definite that I wasn't going to make it out of my PJs today.

You know you have mental fogginess, AKA Chemo Brain, when you have a difficult time assembling the ingredients for your morning cup of coffee. I made the coffee, and I had to rethink the steps to make sure I got it all together correctly. (Did I put water in the pot? Did I use the filtered water? I hope I used coffee beans instead of black pepper corns? Stuff like that.)

If I had that much trouble with coffee, I sure as hell shouldn't be out on the roads.

Yes, it's frustrating to be, yet again, sidelined by the side effects of chemo.

Good news from yesterday's doctor's appointment.
The main oncologist I see was very pleased with my improved clinical response (blood counts nearing "normal") and my physical state (good mood and becoming more active). It must have been that spinach dip my sister made for Thanksgiving. I'd eat that all day if I could.

For the next three weeks I'm back on the bug juice. Carboplatin every Tuesday and VP 16 pills every night.

Check back daily to read my complaints about chemo and the side effects. How can you resist?