....that's why we invited you! Party Pooper! Party Pooper!" -Franck Eggelhoffer, Father of the Bride II
It's my blog. I can talk about poop if I want to.
Turns out when the blast zone of your radiation is around a good part of your digestive system, it wreaks a little havoc. Cool. Awesome.
So weekend #2 turned out to be a dud. I'm 0 for 2. Maybe the 3rd time is a charm. Here's the deal - I like to eat. I used to weigh over 250 lbs. The fact that I like to eat shouldn't be a shocker. When you have to leave a fun taco fiesta with super fun people on Saturday and then can't take part in the fun junk food festivities of Super Bowl Sunday because your stomach HATES you, it's quite disappointing. There actually came a point in the weekend where I was talking to myself - out loud - telling myself, "Self, this will stop sucking soon. You can do this." Luckily I listened. It always gets better.
There also came a point in the weekend where I told my husband that I think child birth was easier than this. I seem to keep comparing this adventure to child birth. Maybe because it's happening "down there"? Maybe because that's the only other major trauma my body has gone through? Who knows. When I was pregnant the 1st time, my friend's mother told me child birth was the easiest pain to forget. She was spot on. Hell while it's happening, yet as soon as it's done, I wanted to sign up again. Maybe that's why I always wanted to be a surrogate. That dream is out the window now, but I'd sign up for that a million times if I were able to. OK, maybe not a million, but you get the idea.
So here it is Monday again. My 3rd chemo is done! If all goes according to my current schedule, there should only be 2 more...but there's a possibility for more, so I'm not getting my hopes up yet. Like the last 2 Mondays, I'm a fan of the chemicals and steroids making me feel like Superwoman. I'm taking it easy with the chow, though. (Not to say I didn't finish off a good chunk of my Mom's homemade apple crisp a little while ago - Thanks, Mommy)
Unfortunately there's no set formula for this. There's no magic list of foods that will agree with what's going on in there. I'm told it's trial and error. Everyone reacts differently. I'll have to think of it as an adventure within my adventure! We'll see how this goes. 1 ticket to Blandville, please. I'd like a window seat.
This picture was an accident. I have no idea why it changed color on me, but the awareness ribbon color for cervical cancer is teal and white. Pretty darn cool coincidence, if you ask me.