Difficult to believe that August is almost over. A friend of mine noted on twitter that the past eight months have felt both interminable and also fleeting. Perhaps it is the disconnect between what we previously considered reality and the space we now exist in–the year that just keeps on giving. And taking.
On Thursday I had my eighth dose of DS1062-a. Cycles seven and eight have been on schedule–three weeks apart. And because of that I am back to dealing with some side effects. My ninth dose will be pushed back by a week or two, which I am totally on board with.
Infusion kind of knocked me on my butt this time. Not day one, where thanks to the additional boost of steroids, I powered on through. I drove myself in at an insanely early hour (check in, 7 am) and didn’t get back home until almost twelve hours later. But I still managed to make myself dinner.
However yesterday morning I hit the wall. Couch surfing and then early to bed and late to rise. And I’m still wiped out.
I have never been adept at feeling poorly, as I have no affinity for inaction. Impatience is one of my prevailing qualities. By chance (or not?) my psychic energy is at an all time high right now (plans, big plans); kicking back is not on the roster.
Balance, pacing myself, making certain I don’t bonk are the takeaways in the days post infusion. That and a quiet gratitude that as strange as life now is, I’m here–experiencing it.
The bad, the ugly, but also the good.