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