I just put Preparation H under my eyes, you guys. No, really. In the absence of some super-fancy, totally-guaranteed-to-make-you-look-21 $800 eye cream, “they” say it’s a great de-puffing life hack.
Life hacks are an actual thing. Look ’em up. (I’m trying boiled and cooled tea bags next.)
And lest you think I’m substituting life hacks for “casting all my cares on Him,” don’t worry, I’m not. I’m using them in conjunction with trust. Really. In fact, my devotion this morning started with, “Trusting Me is a moment-by-moment choice.” It is, and I am.
Also, I turned 43 yesterday and the bags-under-the-eyes struggle is real.
Anyway, I digress.
Corey’s doing pretty well. The biggest WIN over the past 5 days of treatment is that he hasn’t had any nausea. I can not overstate how much Corey detests throwing up and the lengths he will go to to avoid it, so this is, indeed, a very big win for him. So far the biggest and most-noticeable side effect is fatigue. They said that would be the #1 side effect, and it sure has been.
Friday & Saturday were pretty good. Remember the Swedish-pancake-making and lawn-mowing? I’m not sure if he was really feeling that good, or if sheer stubbornness and force of will led him to get out there and do what he wanted/thought he should be doing. Those of you who really know Corey just chuckled at that. Those of you who don’t know Corey should know he is i.n.c.r.e.d.i.b.l.y stubborn. By Sunday afternoon he was a stick-a-fork-in-me level of D.O.N.E. He had his second chemo injection yesterday (in addition to taking a chemo pill at home every night) and asked the nurse about it. She reminded him that he’s just starting down this road, we’re only on Day Five of several months of treatment, so he’ll feel the side effects more and more each day as more and more of the drugs enter and overtake his system.
Corey’s a night owl. All the Grants are. Being in bed before midnight is an unwritten cardinal sin among the Grants. And for Corey, who is pretty sanguine in his personality, he can’t help but feel he’ll miss out on some great thing if he goes to bed too early. “Sleep. Sleep is the only ‘great thing’ you’ll miss out on if you go to bed at a decent hour!” This has been an oft-repeated argument throughout our 13 years of marriage, as I am a morning person. Those of you who really know me just chuckled at that. Those of you who don’t know me should know ‘I am a morning person’ in that I like to get up early so I can ease into my day by talking to no one (NO. ONE.) for at least the first hour I’m awake. In fact, my sweet friend Ann gave me a coffee mug for my birthday yesterday that says, “but first… coffee.” Aaahhh… such truth in those words.
Anyway, as the fatigue level has inched up day-by-day, Corey, my night owl, has been going to bed earlier and earlier, which I think is a great thing – because that means I can go to bed earlier too! Honestly, he’s not loving this but I keep reminding him that he’s in uncharted waters here and that he has to listen to his body. When it’s telling him he needs to rest, he needs to rest. He’s basically scaling Everest internally every. single. day. and it’s in the resting hours that his body is doing all the repair work.
Psalm 16:7 says, “I will praise the Lord, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me.” Psalm 16 is my favorite Psalm, the one I’ve taken the title of this blog [Unshaken] from, and my prayer this week has been that while Corey sleeps, the Lord will “counsel” his spirit; that healing and total health will begin in his mind and spread outward from there. So if you think about it, pray that way with me, would you?
The tea bags should be cooled now, so excuse me while I go apply them. I’ll let you know if they work…