It's a (Water) Girl!

Today was not a good day. I managed to crawl out of bed and Scott took me to the Cancer Center. I needed iv's, I felt like a Lay's Barbeque Chip this time. My face even looked barbequed. I spent 6 hours up there sleeping off lots of Ativan. Apparently, here is what is happening. I get the Decadron for nausea, it lasts for 5 days but it's a steroid, so Dr. Lilly thinks that is what is causing the anxiety attacks. So he is going to stop giving it to me and he told me to up my appetite med b/c it also helps with nausea. We'll see.
On the bright side, when I came home, my newly hired housecleaner was just finishing up. Yeah! I have never had a housecleaner before. I already love it. Not an ounce of guilt. Megan says I need to hire someone to type my blog. I have had hand shaking and even more neuropathy in my hands. It is so painful, a 7 on the pain scale, which correlated with a 7 on the tear scale. My hands feel like millions of needle pricks. It comes and goes. My father-in-law suggested a heating pad and it cured it for awhile. Today I layed around clinging to a hot water bottle. Emily and I pretended it was a newborn baby. She even changed the diaper and I fed it. I think we forgot to name it. The bottle is pink, so I guess it's a girl.
I do have a new Theory of Pathetic-ness. Waking up this morning with a chemo bag strapped on, started my period with a vengence, AND had diarrhea. If you can top that, please feel free to share your story.
Thanks for listening,
Michele;