After three days (one chemo, three rads), I feel groggy when I wake up. I'm not fatigued at all, but I'm led to believe I shouldn't be yet.
I had more heartburn than usual, easily controlled with Compazine. I was hypervigilant about nausea, so I may have taken one more Compazine than I really needed. That was all over yesterday; felt fine today.
I ran (slowly) 6 miles this morning, I'm sure the longest run I will do for some months. I felt my best after 3 miles, after I settled into the slower-than-normal pace. I hear the wise advice about not overdoing exercise and taxing the body. The oncology nurses told me it's a fine line. Stay as active as you can, but when you hit the wall, don't try to push through it. You're done. And ever since I started running, the best I often feel all day is during and right after a run. I expect to settle into a walk/jog routine; walk a lap, jog a lap; and stick with that for as long as I can.
Got a massage this afternoon and picked up my new Panama hat to help keep the sun off of me. Just because I have cancer doesn't mean I have to look goofy. It's a snazzy hat.
We went to the Tigers-Blue Jays game tonight. Had a cheeseburger AND a hot dog. I mentally scanned how I felt, and for those few hours of the game, I felt completely normal, not at all like a cancer patient. I'm savoring those moments, because I know I don't get to have many of them now for several weeks.