What is really strange is that there seem to be good days and bad days with the chemotherapy. Tuesday was a brilliant day. I seemed to have a lot of energy and was baking and cleaning. Very domesticated! Went to the gym and went swimming. Felt really good after that. Does not sound much, but it took up most of the day. Felt great and was thinking futures. Sometimes it is difficult to know what to do for the best. I do sometimes wonder how I managed to work at all – my brain is somewhere in my boots half the time.
It can get quite lonely at home, although I have lots of good friends who come and see me. The curse of the professional woman is that friends are too, so during the day it is difficult to meet up.
Wednesday was a really own day. I felt dperessed all day. I am not sure why, although it might be to do with stress. The littlest things going not quite to plan seem to become overly important. It might be chemical, I don’t know what effect the drugs have. All I know is I was glad the day ended. Nothing seemed to go right and I had no energy. Probably overdid it on tuesday. Maybe I need to learn to pace myself better: always been a problem.
Today, I am fine again. I did sleep better which may have helped. Starting to be optimistic again and get a few things done.