The treatment this week left me antsy and alert. So alert, in fact, that I had trouble going to sleep the night of treatment. I didn't sleep much that night. I wasn't nervous or tense, but life just flowed through my thoughts, and I just couldn't shut them off.
Consequently, I keep looking for the fatigue crash. I have never felt this kind of fatigue. Oh, in training and such, I've been that tired, but the deep bone marrow fatigue seems more than fatigue by itself. It's a different feeling coming from these drugs, and it can get scary. So far this week, I have not had one of these episodes. I notice its absence, but I don't miss it at all.
Last night I slept really well, and I hope that will abate any downturn. I hope so, as we have a winter storm coming and there may be issues I want to attend to with a clear head.
At the same time, I have been doing less screen time and reading my Bible more, plus commentaries and such. Last night I read some of the Psalms and went to bed with such a quiet spirit; it's no wonder I slept so well. And all this tells me that behind all the protocols and treatments, there is a hope now, and hope forevermore.
"Yeah, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me."
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