We did proceed with chemotherapy yesterday – eventually.  My appointment was for 4:00 p.m., I finally went back at 6:30 p.m. and was released at 9:30 p.m.  Part of the delay was the result of my nurse forgetting to start one of my drips and discovering it thirty minutes later when it should have been finished.  Ugh.

The good news is that I felt great yesterday and today.  I’ve had more energy than I’ve had in weeks.  I didn’t even realize how blah I felt until I felt better!  Just in time for the carboplatin to kick in and knock me down.  But maybe not!  The acupuncturist added electrical stimulation to my treatment, which is designed to provide further protection against nausea.  I’ll follow up with another treatment tomorrow to try to put a damper on the nausea before it gets up and running.

I’m officially half way through treatment, which is great, but it’s difficult, too.  I’ve left the “Rah Rah, Let’s Do This” phase of the beginning and I’m not yet into “The End is Near” phase.  I’d call the middle the “This is Getting Old” phase.  I think I’m more aware of this feeling because of the two-week break I had from chemo.  My body was starting to function normally, without the annoying side effects like rashes, dry skin and nosebleeds, to name a few that are appropriate for sharing.  But, in fact, the end IS near.  Six weeks goes by quickly most of the time, and it will from this point as well.  Maybe some Tom Petty in the playlist will help with the waiting.