The Final Stand - Day 39

Greetings, and welcome back to my blog.

I'm not feeling great, which is about par for Thursdays. So, I am going to make this quick...

I woke-up really late this morning. I didn't remove myself from my bed until 8:30, and that was only because I was forced to do so. The mucus in my throat has gotten so thick that when I move from a prone position to a sitting or standing position, my airway is almost immediately obstructed, requiring me to make a beeline for the sink. So, I spent a good five minutes trying to clear my throat of the vile I have learned to despise.

I must have knocked something loose because I had the sudden urge to make a bowel movement. So... I hadn't gone number two in four days. I was finally able to go last-night just before bed, so this must be round two. Between the two poop sessions, I must have lost at least ten pounds. In fact, Fitbit immediately e-mailed me to congratulate me on my accomplishment. I kid you not! I have a Fitbit Aria, which is a special scale that links to my Fitbit via WiFi. Every time I weigh myself, the scale sends my current weight to my Fitbit account. Well... when I first bought the scale, I had set a weight loss goal for myself. It so happens that between last night and this morning, I had lost enough weight to finally meet my goal... it only took three years! I wouldn't normally get this in-depth about my bowel movements, but I thought the instant e-mail from Fitbit was funny and worth sharing.

My morning was all kinds of a wreck. I really just wanted to go back to bed, but I had a radiation appointment. I finally got myself together. Showering was slightly painful for the first time - the skin burns are getting pretty bad. I was able to get in a pouch of LH before Jess made it home, but I knew I was in trouble because I was now behind a feeding.

My appointment went well. I was called back for my zapping shortly after arriving. As soon as I was done, I was escorted into an exam room for my weekly doctor's visit. My radiation oncologist came in and gave me a quick check-up. As usual, the conversation between us was exhilarating. He informed me that I may have a slight case of thrush, which is expected towards the later part of treatment. Thrush is a fungal infection that occurs on the inside of the mouth. I can't feel anything different, so I'm not overly concerned. I was given ten days worth of antibiotics that are supposed to knock it out quick, so I have nothing to worry about.

I had one thing on my mind when we got home... sleep! I quickly took-in a bag of LH and headed upstairs for my afternoon nap. I woke-up around 5:00, but had no desire to get out of bed. I was eventually forced out the first time because I was choking on more mucus. I returned to bed, but Jess later motivated me to get up.

I've been pretty miserable all evening. I've been battling this mucus while trying to find it within myself to feed again. I really have no desire to do so, but I know I need to.

I still haven't fed, so I suppose I should go do that now. This blog already exceeded my intentions, so I'm pleased to leave you here.

Have an excellent Friday! I only have three more treatments... what do I have to complain about?