Good evening, dear reader. I hope you are well. Again, I apologize for the inconsistent updates of late; I’m stuck in the middle of one of those weeks where life keeps happening and getting in the way of writing. Fear not, however, for I will continue to post. I just have two more days through which to soldier, and then all should return to (relatively) normal.
This evening, I find myself exhausted and in a not inconsiderable amount of pain. As such, this shall be a short update. It seems that I am finally beginning to experience the side effects of radiation therapy. While my hair is – for the moment – still in place, through the day my throat became increasingly swollen and sore. By the end of the workday, swallowing was proving to be an Herculean feat. Fortunately, a bit of medication upon my arrival home seemed to placate my senses. I am not sure how much more intense the pain will become, but I do recall being warned that it is occasionally necessary to suspend treatment. I don’t plan on going that far, and I think it’s very well timed that I shall have a three day break from treatment this weekend (due to the holiday on Saturday, both the chemotherapy and radiation clinics will be closed on Friday, which means my treatments are Thursday).
Side effects from the chemotherapy also seem to be intensifying. My knees have been complaining rather obstreperously all day. Nor is my lower back happy. Hopefully, sleep will help. Hopefully I will not be plagued by the same insomnia that’s been teasing me for the past few nights. Somehow I doubt that it will be a problem; I’ve almost dozed off thrice while writing this entry.
I beg your forgiveness, dear reader, but I must cut short our time this evening. Morpheus beckons, and the red pill cannot be ignored1. I promise more interesting and enticing tidbits soon.
Until then, take care of each other.
Perchance to dream. . .
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1 – If you’re going to mix your metaphors, do try to do it in style.
