Day seven and eight....

   Today is day nine and it's a  much better day...Tuesday and Wednesday--day seven and eight were not good days. Everything runs in patterns and what day it is from the day of chemo. Those of you who know me know that I stay busy. There is always something to be done around the house either inside or outside. For the last two days I've laid around  the house feeling like I was coming down with the flu. I wanted to be outside but didn't have the energy.  I hate feeling like this but I guess I just have to let it run its course. My stomach was upset, nothing sounded good to eat and to beat it all, I had the trots....
Daddy came back and checked on me twice and Sarah and Sandra text often. Thomas is a great nurse!!
   I looked through my journal on how the days went on the first round. The symptoms were the same on each day but this round was different. I felt drained, nervous and just plain terrible. Dry toast and applesauce for lunch and baked potato for supper with a roll. You're thinking that's not enough to keep a bird alive. But it was enough for me.  
   It was explained to me as I receive each round that it wears more on my body. I"m glad to know whats ahead but it still doesn't make me look forward to four more rounds.
   What would I like to eat....a meat lovers pizza with lots of cheese...mmmm... doesn't that sound incredible. When you take a bit the pizza is so gooey that it strings as you pull it away from your mouth....ahh ....maybe I could try just one bite in about a week. Just to take a bite whether it agrees with me or not....