Bang & Wimper

Shucks, didn't make it until Tuesday. I laid low all day yesterday, rested, and got a lot of sleep. I thought this would be a much better day, so I set about making the promised breakfast-of-happiness for the guys. The bacon was in the oven, but as I whisked the pancake mix, I got out of breath and couldn't regroup. I stood by the open window, leaned on the counter, tried to breathe, but I couldn't. Waves of heat and dizziness and I laid myself down on the kitchen floor. My kitchen floor is not a place you want to lay down, or maybe even walk without shoes.

I finally got myself up and stumbled out to the porch to collapse. I called G out and asked him to turn off the frying pan and the oven, but instead, he made breakfast while I was heaving for breathe out on the porch, head between my knees. He served his scared looking brother a beautiful stack of burnt pancakes which J ate and said were really good and then he made himself a stack of burnt pancakes as I yelled out tips on pancake making from outside. He got the bacon out of the oven and lived to tell the tale. He's been a big help since he got back from camp and just a pleasure to be with.

My next door neighbor who's been my trusty emergency transport brought me to the hospital where I continued to gasp for breathe so they whisked me right in. Turns out I didn't need a transfusion, but was dehydrated and way low on Potassium which I now know is called Hypokalemia. Go figure... Potassium problems.

I'm home now, the kid's are at their father's and despite being pumped full of fluids and Potassium, I still don't feel very well. I think my adventures with chemo are going to go out with a bang instead of a whimper