Had a bad night last night, with cramps, nausea & vomiting. Don’ t know I’d it was chemo- related, or whether it was food poisoning. Basically I snatched sleep on the lovely cool tiles of the bathroom. Pat had a horrible time up and down trying to help, when there wasn’t much she could do except comfort me & empty the bucket. Really gross. I thank my stars that she is there for me.
When I wasn’t sore or hurling, it did remind me of post-party days of youthful overindulgence and why hangovers are a particular phobia of mine. In those days it was ‘fun’?
Two things are on my mind, between rehydrate sips and naps today. One is gratitude that Lou’s scopes caught early polyps, so she won’t have to go through this.
The other is that my dad passed away 2 years ago, and he did all this on his own. He never complained and found the strength to still be shopping 3 weeks before he passed. I miss him.
This a bit grim, but there are colours and insights here. Tomorrow will be better I’m sure.