Some people have warned me about side effects of chemotherapy and immunotherapy hitting on the first day after treatment. Others say the second full day is worse. It’s now early afternoon on the first day and side effects so far have been nill.

I slept about an hour later than usual this morning, opening my eyes at 5:56 a.m., and I was out of bed and in the kitchen by 6.

The only obvious symptom–I felt a little light-headed. So I started with a glass of water. Ate a ripe banana delivered fresh from Kaaawa yesterday by our friend, George, who started his life in Scotland, but has worked in spots across the world in his adult life and ended up living near the end of the road up the hill above the rest of lowland Kaaawa. He was also the source of the banana plants that now populate the rear left corner of our back yard, and deliver fruit regularly.

After the banana, I moved to a serving of Kashi cereal, added some raisins from a newly-opened bag, and milk.

Then I sat down at the dining table in front of my laptop with cereal and coffee, and began the process of checking text messages and email, deleting most, and skimming through the rest. Messages from actual people gets priority, of course. Few and far between.

Then I tried a packet of a flavored hydrating powder that you dissolve in a glass of water or other liquid. I drank it, but ranked it lower on taste and texture than powdered MiraLAX, which is designed to get bowels working regularly. I’ve relied on it several times since my surgery back in May. I will give Liquid IV another chance, but right now it’s playing catchup to a laxative. At least that’s my humble opinion.

After this the day got a little more complicated. Our regular house cleaner, Ricardo Lacayo, is scheduled to arrive at 9:30. So before then I needed to move the cat paraphernalia into the front bedroom, and leaving our master bedroom and bath free to clean today. We’ll switch on his next visit in a couple of weeks, with cats in our bedroom, cleaning in front. And rounding up the cats is always exciting, and not something to leave until the very last minute.

Meda and I usually set up folding chairs and tables in the garage, creating two workspaces for our computers or iPads, phones, and space for a drink while Ricardo is here. But today I’ve decided to stay in the room with the cats, which was fine.

It’s just a bit after 1:30. Ricardo left an hour ago. I’m ready for a nap, but a friend is bringing a couple of bags of poi within the next hour, so I will defer the nap until her delivery arrives.

No new symptoms. I’ll note in a comment if anything nasty shows up.