Round 4 (or end of cycle 2) for chemo. Pigged out on McDonalds AND sushi today, bracing myself for the next few days of eating blahness and nausea. I probably should take this opportunity to eat healthier. One of the worst news I’ve gotten from the doctor during this debacle (other than “you have cancer”) has been “if you thought this was a weight loss plan, it’s not… the (anti-nausea) meds have gotten so good, most patient tend to gain weight.”
Well great. Not trying to be all ungrateful or anything, but since I was all prepared to be puking my guts out or never wanting to eat, I figured I’d look at it on the bright side as an opportunity to lose weight. Now, the joy of eating on my good weeks, as if the apocalypse is about to rein about us at any minute, is lessened. I’m gonna be bald AND fat. Sexy.
Other than being cared for by awesome nurses, the whole chemo IV drip part is uncomfortable. The nurses have to come by every 10-15 minutes with hot towels on my arm to dilate the vein. Otherwise, it’s this unpleasant pressure on the vein akin to an awful burning sensation. Yeah, sounds horrifying to me too.
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