No ... energy ... whatsoever ... Monday.
An earlier-than-usual nap and temperature reports above zero make me think I might be able to rally mid-afternoon and go to the office, but no can do. Can't manage much more than a shower and getting dressed. And undressed. And back to bed. Achy too. Tylenol helps. Up again for some dinner and another episode of "House of Cards," tuck in by 11 p.m.
Still wiped out now on this bright beautiful frigid Tuesday morning, which prompts Monica to urge me to call Roswell Park Cancer Institute to see what's up with all this fatigue. The nurse who answers Dr. George's number says this is normal for the Cisplatin drug -- its strongest effects are felt a week after it's been given. She says they'll find out more from my blood test when I come in for the next treatment, which will be just the Gemcitabine, on Wednesday.
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