Need I say more.
Got home from the hospital feeling great. Tolerated the chemo remarkably well. Roads were wet last night, so we figured that we’d be better off waiting until morning to start our trip. Jacq was exhausted too. 3 nights on a hospital pull-out does that to you, I hear (the husband in chemo and a kicking fetus don’t help matters either).
This morning I woke up feeling it. I’ve never been so exhausted. It was an overwhelming feeling, nothing like I’ve felt before. I didn’t feel sick (at first, at least). Just such exhaustion that is was uncomfortable to find a comfortable position and sleep felt beyond reach. I didn’t even remember falling back asleep, but I woke up, not feeling naseaus at all, but only with a tremendous urge to vomit, which I finally did (for those of you counting, that was my first puke, not bad for a guy in chemo). What a relief! I was finally able to eat, and get some normal sleep (which I’ve been doing on and off all day), and slowly I am regaining some strength and feeling ok.
So, no Cape Cod for today. We’ve decided that Cape May (just a 90 minute drive) will have to do this year. Cape Cod is our favorite place in the world to just relax, and if Jacq wasn’t 6 1/2 months pregnant, I would have probably forced her to drive me. But with both of us a bit hobbled, driving that far was a stupid idea. Oh, well. Too bad Otis can’t drive.