Saturday night was very difficult in the sleep department. Intense pain woke me frequently, and it seemed impossible to get relief. Sunday, after being up only a few short minutes, I was introduced to chemo's gastroinstestinal personality. This was particularly difficult for a few reasons. First, until yesterday morning, I only remember vomiting twice in my entire life, both as a young child. Therefore, it was a new, scary experience for me. Second, that fear was exacerbated by the knowledge that the experience could be chemo-induced and might only be the first of many, many episodes. Finally, with every violent regurgitation, the pain in my tongue increased tremendously.
This set Sunday off to the creeping start that it would never quite overcome. The combination of nausea and pain medication without significant nutrition left me groggy most of the day. Eventually, I managed to eat some Jello, but that was as substantial as it would get. Thank the Father, I did find a position that I can rest in without getting choked, which allowed me to get about 6 hours of broken, but quality sleep last night. Today is going better. The nausea is somewhat improved. I have eaten some soup already, and I understand a popsicle is on its way shortly.
I will try to share more later, but for now I just wanted to get the details of these last couple of days posted. I am way too sleepy to wax spiritual or philosophical right now - maybe tonight.
Until then, know that I am so grateful for all of you. One thought that keeps returning to me is how desperate it would be to have to suffer this alone. I cannot imagine being without you. Keep your comments on the blog, your messages to family, your voicemails and your emails coming. They mean so much more than I will ever be able to articulate, and they come with such beautiful timing.
May our gracious Father bless all of you today as you have blessed me.