A Spork in the Road

Chemo fatigue is impressive. I’m happy to say I haven’t felt miserable physically this week, but yesterday I was so. Tired.

So tired.

So so tired.

I took a nap. Tried to read. Took a nap again. Tried to do some work. Took a loooong nap.

I think of the Dementors in Harry Potter, sucking out your life force. That’s what it feels like.

Drugs finally kicked in last night and I rallied in the evening, and today I seem to be doing okay. I have deepest sympathy for folks who are on chemo to hold cancer at bay, instead of to cure it: dealing with that sort of unrelenting fatigue would be a herculean challenge.