Eight days of chemo and two weeks of radiation under his belt and Wes is still feeling pretty good. So far he still has his hair and although we have noticed a slight increase in fatigue, he is still pulling his weight at work. I'm so grateful that he's working from home as much as he is.
Me, how am I doing? Horribly. Seems like my whole day every day is errand after errand and driving driving driving. My son has missed two activities (Boy scouts and choir practice) this past week, and the girls missed an American Heritage Girls meeting because I was too tired to drive in the evening. And I was also too tired to call and find them a ride. And by too tired, I mean, I could barely hold my body upright by the time I dragged through the door after the radiation treatments around 5 pm each day.
Thank God for the crock pot.
On Wednesday, I bought a car. I won't go into details about how ridiculous and exhausting the whole process was, but in the end, we got approved for a car loan and were able to get this:
I don't mean for my blog or my facebook posts to sound whiny or pathetic...but they are. I'm sorry. Every day Wes is doing well is a day for rejoicing. And at the end of this month, hopefully, he'll be allowed to drive again, I think (although I am deeply uncomfortable with the idea of a person with a brain tumor driving a car, even if he IS on anti-seizure meds).
I AM struggling with depression and exhaustion and exhaustion and exhaustion and did I mention exhaustion, and obvious adrenal fatigue and pain. Having this sort of challenge would be exhausting for anyone. This, on top of my fibromyalgia and Hashi's, and parenting the kids through their autism related challenges in the midst of this...oy. I feel sicker than I think I ought to feel with these conditions. Perhaps I am delusional about what to expect with fibro etc.
This afternoon I promised to take the kids to see the Hobbit movie.
I honestly don't know how to ask for help.