Well the best laid plans of mice and men and all the optimism in the world were not enough to keep me from feeling horrible today. I was really tired this morning despite good sleep last night. I made myself have a bowl of Miriam's most excellent soup thinking it would buffer all the nastiness going on in my belly. To no avail. At the clinic I had wave after wave of nausea and was diagnosed with a yeast infection in my mouth and esophagus (you ought to see how white all of that is-it's impressive). They added medicine for the candida as well as another medicine to help with the nausea & reflux symptoms. Every time I swallow I feel like I've been jabbed with the sharp point of a shovel in my solar plexus area. Then, in between swallows, it feels like an elephant has his foot pressing there. As you can imagine, it is not very conducive to eating.
When we got home from the clinic visit about noon (all I needed was some potassium supplementation but tomorrow I'll need platelets as I only have 13,000), I promptly threw up 6 or 7 times. There went all of that great chicken soup I had at 6am. Oh bother! So I cleaned up and just went to sleep for 3 hours until it started to rain this afternoon. I watched the birds outside for a bit then fell asleep again. Must need that million dollar sleep right now. I finally woke up at 6pm, and Holly just fixed me a small bowl of her chicken gumbo. Two years ago when I had chemo, Marty and Deb brought me gumbo, and it was a very helpful concoction. It seems to be good this time too. Maybe okra has some kind of special healing properties. Dunno. If it stays down, I'll try a little more later because I can feel myself getting weak from lack of fluids and calories. It's really weird to have to tell myself to eat and drink when I've always been such a chow hound. Cancer sucks that way.
Holly has run off to Weaver St Market to get us some bread and check out the new store. I haven't been yet but I'll get there in time.
Thankful for the rain and all the pretty birds I got to see this afternoon-2 male gold finches, lady bluebird, some purple finches, some cardinals. Where are my woodpeckers???
Hope the Asheville gang had good weather and fun on Hazel Creek/Fontana this w-e. Write in and let us know how it went guys.
1 comment:
Hi Dr. Fralix,
It took a lot for me to find some encouraging words.. when you were the one who always gave me the words of wisdom.. I know you are a very strong person and you don't let anything bring you down but when they told me what happened you were probaly stronger then me cause I cried you are my EVERYDAY DOCTOR!! But then I thought about it you have the sense of humor to try and keep "us" going by "us" I mean all of your family and friends take care of your self I read everyday and keep updated on your blog!!!! Your the best doctor ever I love you take care and come back to us soon!!!!
Marcy
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