The Vagaries of Chemotherapy

Call it superstition. Or luck. Or planning. But it has generally worked well for Kevin when we maintain a pretty close routine especially during the week of chemotherapy.

Last time we didn't vary from the routine, though, and he had a miserable 10 days or so during and following his treatment. We chalked it up to the cumulative impacts we were warned about and he just sort of steeled himself to be in greater misery each time from here to the end of treatment.

Last night was a pleasant surprise when he felt pretty good, ate well, worked a little, rested a little. And he had a decent night's sleep which is very rare on the nights he has the infusion pump. He showed up from work around lunch time, hungry for a change. Still no cold stuff and he says room temperature lemonade is not all that good! But it was great that he felt well enough to eat--it's usually something he has to force at this point in a treatment week, especially the last time around.

After a short nap, he headed back over to his office for the afternoon. I think I saw him pawing around in the cookie tin before he left.

Who knows what goes on his body that changes the impacts of those drugs from week to week. We accomodate those things we know about, try to avoid what we can, prepare him for what we can't avoid. And then, from there, it just goes however it goes each time.

So we'll see what the rest of the evening, and the week, brings. And, once again, thankfully count our blessings for today!