So, I am home from my last chemo treatment. It seemed so far away back in April when I learned that was my fate. A couple of treatments ago, I asked my dear husband if he thought my body could take all this...it apparently can.
I have lost 30 lbs. I have no appetite and my tastebuds are fried so nothing tastes like it should. A guy in the lobby of the clinic this am was asked how he was doing. His reply " I am sick as a dog and everything I eat tastes like cat shit". This is an accurate statement. Now, I had 30 lbs to lose and hope to keep it off, but I think of people who are thin or even scranwy...this could be deadly for them. I forgot to mention that for a period of time after a dose of poison, food runs through your intestinal track so quickly you might as well sit on the toilet while you eat. Disgusting?? You bet.
So now, I just have to go through the post chemo routine of being really miserable for a week or so and then move on.
I am told that I need to take a break between chemo and radiation. I am planning on all of September. NO MDs offices, no lab work, no tests of any kind. Then start in October with the six weeks of radiation and get that done before Thanksgiving. I believe I will be very thankful.
There was a celebration in the clinic when it was over. So now there is a photo of we wearing a pink cowboy hat with a rhinestone tiara on the front, a purple and white feather boa around my neck and bubbles floating in the air. This is not my style at all but I loved it. I wish you could hear all the staff gathered around and singing ..."If you're happy and you know it....." It was quite dear and I figure if their job is to try to make people well while almost killing them with poison, they deserve a little silly fun.
In a few weeks my hair should start growing, and my tastebuds will begin to return...I never understood how much that would mean to me. I just want to be myself again.
Thanks for "listening". And be sure to vote in November.