The week since my last chemo infusion has been rough. It took about 7 or 8 days for my body and brain to feel normal again. I think that was mostly because of the steroids more than the chemo itself.
Friday morning, I woke up so jittery I thought I was going to jump out of my skin. I couldn’t sit still; I couldn’t concentrate or focus on much of anything. The upside of all that was I never had the severe fatigue that usually hits on day 3 and/or 4 after chemo. Although I didn’t have the fatigue, I still had the general malaise and brain fog that usually comes with the fatigue.
By Wednesday of this week, I was feeling better, and by Thursday even better still. So 8 days after the Alimta and all those steroids. In retrospect, I should have insisted that I get stepped down from the steroid push because I know what could happen. I don’t know why my team didn’t bring it up either, and I don’t blame them; I think they were too concerned in getting me through the immediate crisis to worry about afterwards. But since they think I need to up my prophylactic dose of Dexamethasone for next time, I’m going to insist they give me a schedule for tapering off whether I have another reaction or not.
Yesterday and today were the closest to a normal day I’ve had in a while. My hair is growing back and actually is long enough that it looks decent; I’m back to having to use my tweezers on my chin hair; my GI system is good enough to deal with extremely spicy Cajun food.
Life is good.