So many people are being so nice and supportive. My family. My friends. People in this hospital. My friends online.
But this is harder than Cytoxan. I know it will pass, but right this minute, all alone. It's just so hard.
I know what I am experiencing is small potatoes. But it doesn't feel this way here alone in my hospital room.
I am weak and nauseous. I am having trouble swallowing from esophageal mucositis. It will get worse in the next few days.
All I have done is sleep. Today I couldn't even manage to shower. I washed what body parts I could standing in front of the sink, making a big mess.
My teeth are brushed. And I have saltines. I am going to try to sleep through more of this. My counts have to drop and come back up. It's the process.
But I wish it wasn't so late so I could call my Dad and listen to him tell me it will be better soon.