Well................it started with very dodgy bowels on Friday, which continued to Sat morning, but worse than that is the extreme fatigue. I have basically not been out of bed since Friday night.
I was supposed to have 2 old sick kids reunions - one Friday lunchtime, and one Saturday night. I am gutted that there was no way I could have gone to either - just no way would I have made it.
I tried to get up for a while this morning, and lasted about 45 minutes. I decided to phone chemo nurse, and get the bloods checked that I had done at clinic 10 days ago. Turns out my sodium is only 129, which is low (not critically so), which could account for fatigue, and the weird sensations I have had in hands and feet a couple of times etc. He went and spoke to the doc who saw me at clinic, and they wanted my bloods rechecked. I had to drag my sorry ass out of bed and take myself down to docs (lot of effort believe me), and I have to phone tomorrow for results. I suppose I kind of hope its still low, as this would account for the way I feel, otherwise I don't know.
If I still feel like this on Wednesday, I am dreading going up to hospital to get scan, but will have to drag myself.
Was supposed to see my psych today, but had to cancel that - do not have the mental or physical energy for that.
Will post more later in week.
I know dad is worried about me, he keeps nagging me to see a doc, so sure he will he happier when I speak to him later.
This is my story, as a 42 year old, young woman, living with terminal breast cancer.
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