Poor Mark is still feeling like a bowl of soggy noodles. Actually, he'd probably say "hammered shit" but either way you describe it, it's not good.
We both went back to work on Friday but I think he should have probably stayed home. He's been sick all weekend. The physical part of the sickness is making him crazy. He is beating himself up because he wants to be outside mowing the lawn. He's too weak to even think about it and I have had to keep sending him back to bed every time he starts talking about it. He's a strong guy, a lot stronger than I would probably be if I were in the same situation. Surgical recovery was easier on him than this has been and it's getting to him.
Fortunately, he's sleeping a lot. I know he's very weak and tomorrow morning, we need to call the cancer clinic and get something for his symptoms. We've been told that there is no good reason for nausea and diarrhea during chemo, that they have stuff to control it. Mark has agreed that no matter how he feels in the morning, he'll stay home from work tomorrow. I want him to get really rested up before he heads back to work. Hopefully he'll be able to try some new meds too. We have got to get in front of this. I'm afraid that if he stays this sick, he'll end up in the hospital, dehydrated, electrolytes all out of whack.
The treatment is obviously not as horrible as the disease but boy, we're really starting to understand why some folks just say no to chemo.