Fiddlesticks Brain

Dearest Friends,

I'm writing mostly to say there may not be much writing from me this week. Not for lack of subjects! More for the lack of overall energy. The fatigue level is high. Like having COVID, running a marathon, missing too many nights of sleep, and taking too many doses of NyQuil.

My brain is a bit fiddlesticks, too. Yesterday, in an attempt to wax poetically about the start of my fourth cycle in hospital, I re-read paragraphs of nonsense riddled with spelling errors.

So, we are easing away from the laptop for now and more towards the cool side of the pillow right now.

A quick update: your girl is still doing well. I’m in the hospital this week for the fourth chemo treatment. My hemoglobin numbers, though wavering at times, are holding strong and so no blood transfusions needed yet.

There is something lighter and more motivating about being past the halfway mark. The nurses and I continue to vibe. The yellow non-skid socks are still keeping me fashionable.

I look forward to some renewed energy and cognitive prowess. In the meantime, I’m scribbling notes of what I can’t wait to share with you. For instance, the henna crown looks DOPE (more pictures and a full narrative on this peak experience soon).

I’m also creating a list of all kinds of resources, dopamine tricks (bird feeder on the balcony!), and ‘this worked for me, maybe it can work for you’ for anyone dealing with (or knows someone dealing with) a health journey requiring long hospital stays and stretches of recovery.

Let it be known: I love you, and every time someone tells me they have read my writing, my heart grows bigger. It grows big enough to take up the space where the shrinking Stranger of a mass used to hog with abandon.

With love and the sleepies,

Nutmegzzz