July 4th
It's Independence Day, but I don't feel very free. I'm still hooked up to this little pump pushing poison into my person. I have been feverish off and on, mainly in the p.m. Of course I know that fever is one of the side effects of the therapy so I just plan to deal with it best I can.
We've been invited to a party. A pool party. The best I can do though, is go to the doctor for the reload of chemicals and battery. But Jane and Bryn decide to go to the parade and party. I'm glad of this, there's not really much they can do for me.
I'm getting into a routine of sorts. Feel good in the morning, go to town to the doctor, come home, go to bed, fight the fever. I've purchased an ice pak to put on my head. The damn thing keeps slipping off to the side, and the ice melts too quickly. So I go back to using one of those blue packs you use in a cooler with a washcloth wrapped around it.
Again I have a fever, today it hits 102 degrees. At 102 I am feeling rather uncomfortable, but I know I just have to get through this one week. I just keep telling myself....three days to go, then I'm done with the chemo.
July 5th