This will be brief. I have had a rough few days of it--serious chinks have developed in my armor. The cytoxoxin caught up with me on Monday. On Tuesday, I started total body radiation or TBI. It feels like nothing while you're having it, but a few hours later you go comatose and just generally wish you didn't exist. This is a difficult mood to be in when you are surrounded by loved ones, some you're not even aware they're there.
My main problem is nausea. The little I eat returns to haunt me. Once they give me the anti-nausea meds, I sink into a dull stupor, or lose consciousness totally. This is probably a blessing.
A psychiatrist came in to see me the other day. She managed to compress the highlights of my life into about 20 minutes. It remains to be seen where we're going with that, but it appears I've lost some mental acuity with the radiation. I couldn't give the correct date. I failed to draw the hands on a clock correctly, and I drew 4 squiggles instead of 3. I still know my name and birthdate.
I have 3 more rounds of radiation, 2 today and 1 tomorrow. Friday, I get my donor cells.
My job is hard, but Marty's is harder. He has to sit here and watch me suffer. Fortunately, the staff here has been great.