Ok, I know that it’s finally officially summer, so not the normal time to write about sweater weather. But I was rather attached to this stack of cardigans a few months ago. In fact, after Christmas, I went out and bought three of four of these, along with a several tank tops to add to my stack, in the same trip. They were just that important.
Chemo does lots of things to a gal’s body. Not many people mention it, but one of the lovely side effects is chemically induced menopause. That’s right, ladies. Hot flashes. (And a few other undesirables…) But the hot flashes nearly drove me nuts. They started at night, and so I’d just take off the hat I slept in to keep my head warm and stick in in my windowsill. That way, when the hot flash had passed and I was cold again, I could reach for it and grab it in the dark. But managing them during the day got a little tricky. I have so many lovely bulky sweaters. They didn’t get much wear this winter. It was a lot of cardigans and blazers for me this winter so that I could shed a layer when I got hot. I’m sure a bald chick with a scarf on her head and a wearing a tank top with jeans looked totally normal in December.
My oncologist asked about the hot flashes, and I was reluctant to take any more meds, I thought I was managing fine. But when she asked how I was sleeping, I had to admit that between the hot flashes and whatever else was going on with me, it wasn’t great. She gave me something to take at bedtime that would control the hot flashes but might make me sleepy, and it made a HUGE difference. It’s not a drug without side effects, but it really didn’t bother me. By the time I finished chemo, I was taking a different medication in the morning to keep the daytime hot flashes at bay, and I could actually start wearing something other than the tank top/cardigan combination. I’m so thankful for the support meds that have been developed– there’s no reason to avoid them and be a martyr. Quality of life is so important, and they made a huge difference in mine. So worth it.
Before I had a great handle on them, I was at chemo and was fanning myself through yet another hot flash. The French girl mentioned that she was usually cold at chemo, she couldn’t believe that I was hot. I told her it was just a hot flash, that if she wasn’t having them, she probably would be soon, she was just a couple of cycles behind me. Apparently, she’d missed the part of chemo camp where they’d said to expect hot flashes. She was actually planning to call her landlord that afternoon because she thought her heater was broken– kicking on super high randomly through the night!