I feel sort of guilty about yesterday’s blog post. Well, maybe not guilty, but I certainly feel like I’m not painting the whole picture. You see, yesterday’s post was written on Saturday, and when I wrote it on Saturday, I didn’t know that Sunday was coming.

I almost hate to use the phrase, but the only way to put it would be that Sunday was a “bad day.” At least I hope it was, because if wasn’t then that means that the worst from Wednesday’s treatment is not behind me.

The story of Sunday is still a story of the mouth sores. SO TERRIBLE! When they woke me up in early in the morning we knew that it was going to be a serious problem. Christine called the 24 nurse hot-line to see if there if there was anything that they suggested. Oddly enough there wasn’t much available in their database of knowledge. Whoever Christine spoke to even admitted that she was surprised that there wasn’t much info available, other than it’s an expected side-effect and isn’t something that should be of great concern. I get the feeling that while mouth sores are a common side-effect of chemo, the debilitating intensity with which I was experiencing them might just be my own trademark experience.

The nurse on the phone was able to offer us some help, and after a quick trip to the 24 hour Pharmacy at the hospital, Christine came home with a prescription mouth rinse. It was described to her as Maylox-Benadryl-Lidocane mixture. Shake-well, add some water, swish it up and you should be good to go within 20 minutes.  The taste wasn’t too bad, and it did do the job for a while. The key ingredient is the lidocane, which is the same numbing agent that dentists use orally to numb the injection site before administering novocaine. So yeah, it tastes like that.

It worked for a while throughout the day, but by mid-day even with the rinse I couldn’t eat or drink anything. Even water made my mouth burn so much that I couldn’t drink it anymore.

My family was over for the day on Sunday which was great! But I was generally unavailable to them as I was on the couch just trying to ignore the discomfort I was in. Later in the evening Christine and I went for a walk around the block to get out of the house and I broke down a bit. I was weak from the treatment and weak from not really being able to eat and it was just one of those little moments that I had “prophesied” about earlier in the week. I was living a vision of what the next 8 months of my life are possibly going to be like and I cried as we walked around the block together.

By mid-day on Monday I could eat and drink again but it still hurt, but as my mouth slowly got better I began to get a sore throat that even now (on Monday night) it still causing a good deal of discomfort, but at least I can eat now.  My mouth still hurts, but not as much in the burning sores kind of way. It’s still there, but now there is also a dull aching in my teeth and gums. Not really sure what to make of that yet, but now I feel that the worst is over (until next week when I go back to chemo, at least).