Taxotere is Taxing

I have discovered over the past week that this chemo is a far cry from the "Red Devil". The Dr. said it was gonna be easier than the other, but I am finding that it is beating me up overall as compared to the A/C. The red devil was more specific in it's attack and the Taxotere is pretty much a drainer of everything.
I think with my white count being down, I am rebounding from the treatments slower and slower. Tomorrow I have my next appointment at 9:15 a.m. We shall see whether or not the counts have increased enough to get treatment number 7.

Sleep patterns are changing again and it was at one point around 4:15 a.m. this morning that Nick and I bumped heads in the dark. We ended up on the couch sitting up trying to catch a few more winks before he left for work.

I have my B3 shirt on today, but do not feel like I am much in the mood for fighting! Guess this is where my support team picks up the pieces again - and prays for all the little details I have no energy to pray for.