Don' t know how my brainstem figured out that I am having chemo today, but after feeling great for two weeks, I am right this moment feeling as sick as a green dog on a rollicking boat. Like room-spinning nausea. All I can do is groan.
And I haven't even left the house yet.
They call it "anticipatory nausea" and it's very common for chemo patients. It happens when the brain sends a nausea signal to the body because it knows nausea-inducing events are coming. Unfortunately, knowing it's all in my head doesn't make it any easier to cope with.
My very patient husband has given me a Compazine for the nausea and is about to pile me into the car for the slog down to Dana Farber. Normally my appointment would be much earlier, but we had to fight to get it moved to 2:45 PM from its awful original time, which was (sputter, cough, gasp) 7:00 AM!!
Who could have chemo poured into their veins at 7 AM? Who has that kind of fortitude? I would have had to leave the house at 5 in the morning. So we begged for and got this slightly less awful time, but starting a long chemo day at 2:45 means I won't be home until very late tonight.
I could handle it for sure, if I could just stop feeling so queasy!