What's the deal?

So I cruised through all these treatments relatively smoothly until "Lucky 7". I spent the better part of 48 hours in bed from Sunday until this morning. Finally showered and hopefully ready to eat again - couldn't keep anything down Monday, not even the pain meds. Thankfully my experiences up until now had been better because that "only 4 times" chant would hold less power if I couldn't lift my head off the pillow.

One more treatment. And with any luck it won't be a repeat of this weekend.

Kevin stayed home from work, Jacqueline got to hang out with Aunt Kama and Claire all day, Bailey was a little wonky himself and ran a slight fever. I'm hoping for a far better today. One that involves food and drink at least and perhaps even a little activity.

I don't know why it hit me so hard this time - seems like each time there's a slight variation making it hard to compare 2 treatments. For example, I had to take additional steroids in advance of this treatment AND had been allowed to forgo the neulasta shot after the previous dose. Well, this time my blood counts were only acceptable, so I had to get that shot on Sunday and that marked the beginning of the bed-rest. Did that put me over the edge? or the steroids? I personally think that my body has just started to get tired. Tired of processing all this crap and getting it out of my system. Not drinking much yesterday didn't help though I tried a few times. I did get to yoga on Saturday morning and out and about a bit in the afternoon. I've been encouraged to be active - but also to rest. Hmmm - find the magic balance. I hated being a lump yesterday. I could see it concerned Jacqueline and I could here it in voices on the phone. Today is just going to be better.