I am told that each time will be more difficult to recover from. And it’s proving to be correct.
I ache with every movement. Skin, muscles, bones crawl with pain. There is no comfort.
The dizziness catches me off guard, yet I should be prepared for it. The headache is the stern reminder of what is coming. Throbbing. Pounding. Stabbing.
My body wretches with the urgency to expel this poison from my system.
This burning
searing
poisonous
liquid.
Tags: Adriamycin, Chemo Infusions, Cytoxan, nausea