It was about 2:30 am last night and I pushed the “Call nurse” button for Nurse Erika to come in because I started feeling the same nauseous feeling creep up into my chest like I have been the last 3 nights.

I’m starting to learn the ins and outs of dealing with home life after chemo therapy. It’s slow going but every day I’m learning something new about myself and people are providing me with some really awesome resources.

I noticed on Tuesday morning that my right arm started feeling sore and red just like my left arm. Lo and behold, I got phlebitis on it too from the last round of chemo that they did on Sunday night. You can faintly see it traveling up my arm.

I woke up feeling absolutely fantastic today. Energy levels were high, I was able to go outside to enjoy the sunshine on the way to Mayo, and I knew it was just going to be a good day.

Having cancer sucks. Being sick while having cancer like quadruply sucks. Yesterday was not a good mental or physical day for me. I was pushed, prodded, and poked until I yelled for mercy but to no avail.