So yeah, chemo round 3 has been pretty sucky.  All three rounds so far have sort of had their own personalities: round one made me depressed and feeling sorry for myself; round two was a relative cake walk; and round three has made me impatient – like, I can’t believe I have another three rounds to go.

People have sometimes compared what I’m going through with what my lovely grandmother went through. I have heard people marvel that even when Grandma felt truly lousy, if someone asked her how she was, she would say, “I’m fine, thank you”; always a lady. Yesterday I had a minor social engagement in polite company and when asked how I was feeling I burst out, “Crappy. I feel crappy.” So much for being a lady – at least I did not say “I feel like the shit on a pig farmer’s boot.” (Need to work on my rustic colloquialisms.)

Ok, ok, it’s not that bad – I don’t mean to be a drama queen. But the side effects are worse this time than they have been so far. I’m not quite having full-blown nausea, but the indigestion is worse. And I am starting to notice some minor peripheral neuropathy that I’ve been warned about – a little tingling here and there, especially at my finger tips.

I’m still managing everything pretty well; the drugs still work, and the naps are still pretty epic. Yesterday I overdid it a little but made up for it today by lying in bed, reading, and generally relaxing – and enjoying some good company. But it’s frustrating and I’m glad I’m nearly over the hump. Three down, three to go…!  (I’m still not declaring it halfway yet – let’s wait for the whininess to be over first.)