Three Days After Chemo: The Strange Place Between Nap and Nausea

Three days after long chemo is a weird neighborhood to live in.

You don’t quite exist so much as melt slowly into the recliner.
Exhaustion hits like a drunk elephant — you can’t stay awake, but you’re also too wired (and too achy) to sleep.

The poison’s doing its sacred little dance —
burn, heal, destroy, rebuild — all at once.
My stomach’s auditioning for a horror movie:
hungry but disgusted by every option.
If it smells good, it’s probably coming back up.
So I sip, nibble, and call that “fine dining.”

The world spins a little, my eyelids weigh a ton,
and focusing on anything longer than thirty seconds feels like graduate-level concentration.

But still — under all the blur and ache — there’s the whisper of hope.
That fierce, stubborn little spark that keeps saying,

“Better days are coming. Hang on. The poison’s working.”

And that’s enough to make me smile… before my next nap