The nausea has been manageable this week. I even enjoyed Thanksgiving dinner with the family though I couldn’t gorge on all the yumminess like I usually do.
The bf and I went sofa shopping as my sofa suddenly seems too soft to support my constantly aching body. Perhaps I’m sitting too much? Who knows. The nice thing is afterwards, my appetite was in good spirits and an organic, no nitrates, no hormones, no antibiotics hot dog truck sat outside the furniture store. Fate? Then we washed it down with a mango milkshake. ☺ Because you know what? The food outline says I can have milkshakes since I should stock up on foods high in calories when I do have the appetite. Whoo hoo!
Most days, it doesn’t quite hit me that I have actual Cancer – feels more like I’ve just been sick with something bad for a long time. Maybe when my hair falls out it’ll hit me? I’ve been waiting with bated breath to see when that happens. I think I’m mentally prepared at this point but we’ll see. The weird thing will be losing my eyebrows. How do I make expressions? Odd.
The bf says he has the opposite experience. He can’t ever forget I have cancer and it’s all that ever occupies his mind. He just tries to maintain a positive outlook about it. Yikes.
I’m also beginning to feel the cabin fever. I miss going out to movies, concerts, special events, holiday parties…
I feel like Christmas will pass me by this year in a way because I can’t participate as much in the giving part. Money is tight and I can’t enjoy shopping in person.
I’m thankful the bf seems to be content with being a homebody and watching tv/movies every night. He’s just been more and more outstanding in terms of patience and care with me, even when I do have an irrational fit about the sofa we want not fitting into our tiny apartment.
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