Week 1 of capecitabine. Well, so far, so not so bad. The side effects have built up a little bit over the week, but overall they are OK. A funny taste in my mouth, and a slight tingling. A slightly crampy tummy in the mornings. A bit of weepiness – not sure if that’s me, or the medication. And fatigue. Oh boy. I’m OK in the mornings, but by mid-afternoon I’m so tired I can hardly think.
I’ve always been an irritatingly morning person, so at least I can play to my strengths. I’m trying to get anything that involves thought of any kind done in the morning, and leave the afternoons for light reading, tasks that can be done on autopilot and lolling. I may have napped.
On Day 1 we celebrated by having a swim. Air temperature 1.5°, water temperature about 7.8°. I came out knowing I was definitely alive, cruising on those endorphins. And this morning, Day 7, we walked to the end of the world. Or the end of the country, anyway. This stretch of beach is only there at low tide, and it goes out and out, so that you feel like you are some kind of explorer trekking across the trackless desert. It was wild and windy and desolately beautiful. The sea is my reset button.