Who Kicked the Lid Off of this Bucket of BS?

 Where to begin?  Perhaps with a quick recap.  1st round of Chemo on the 12th, worked on the 13th, made it through the day fine.  The morning of the 13th (which was a Saturday) woke up with feet on fire....they said this could happen but I wasn't expecting it quite this soon.  24-7 phone line failed me, rode with this issue through till Sunday the 14th at which time the 24-7 phone line was answered with little solution.  By this time I was in quite a state.  Monday rolled around and I had 2 solutions offered, ER locally or find a way to NWA.  Neither were workable at that time.  Tuesday morning, I was very weak, more than marginally upset, scared and not sure what to do so, since I had managed to propel myself into the shower from a standing position, I opted to go the local ER (which is the equivalent of me asking for someone to cut off one of my appendages.  My daughter arrived to take me there.

That ER trip landed me in the hospital. 

For reasons in no particular order, raging UTI, low platelet count, low WBC, a fall, feet that failed me and unlenting pain.  I remained there till Friday afternoon.  I am still a bit unclear all that happened but I do know the wounds from the falls were addressed, I was given anti-biotics and I saw a lot of medical professionals who probably would have preferred not to since I am under the care of a competing medical facility which has no presence in our city.

Today is the first day I have felt any good at all and I asked for my dogs to be returned home because it is lonely here without them.  Since October, the rhythm of my life has been built by me and the boys.  I was not going to get better without their little selves here.

My feet still do not feel right, but they feel better.  All of my soft tissue areas (use your imaginations) feel like they have been doused in gasoline and lit afire.  I have zero taste and my hair is departing like it has a ticket booked for a fun vacation in some exotic location.

I also have another round of this toxic cocktail to attend to on July 3rd.  I guess I now know what to expect.

I have had people sit with me and help me and I am so very grateful.  Now, I am trying to stay away from people as much as possible since I am considered immunocompromised.  But, I know they are there and I love them for it.  I also am grateful for those who message, call and show concern as they can.

This is not a sprint.....it's also not a relay......it's a race for life from start to finish.  I started and I do plan to finish....I may be crawling but I plan on being there.