In my last post, I was complaining how the new chemo drug I'm taking - alectinib - was inducing fatigue and making life miserable. But as my most sagacious advisors told me, that would likely pass.
Indeed it has - I've been taking the drug for nearly four weeks now, and I'm sleeping like a 56-year-old baby. At night, when I should be. And what a difference it has made. I'm no longer a cantankerous zombie by day, and a frustrated insomniac at night.
The worst of it came when I had to travel for work - first to Atlanta one week, and then to Texas last week, for a four-hour presentation to a VERY BIG prospect. I tossed and turned in a strange hotel bed for eight hours, then got up and willed myself to give the presentation.
Miraculously, I was able to box out the fatigue through sheer focus, and deliver the presentation. I was the only person in that conference room that knew how little I'd slept the night before.
I arrived home just after midnight, and for the first time in nearly three weeks, enjoyed an honest night's sleep. It's been that way since, thankfully, because I really didn't enjoy being that cantankerous zombie.
I really didn't.