Yoga & Prunes

On the upside #1: I had a milkshake for breakfast. My sister made orange julius with frozen banana and yes, ICE CREAM. It was absolutely delicious and I felt no remorse.

On the upside #2: I can tolerate prunes.

Disclaimer: To avoid depressing blog posts, just don't read anything after Thursdays of Bad Weeks (that would include the rest of today's).

The thing that sucks about chemotherapy, well, besides the hair loss, the fatigue, the change in your taste buds, the heartburn, the nausea, the bloating, the flue-like symptoms, the way it suppresses your immune system, and all manner of unmentionables (see Title for antidotes for Today's Pseudo-Secret Side Effect!) . . . the thing that sucks about chemotherapy is that the worst part doesn't usually happen when you're "hooked up" in the office. It's not like a challenging bike ride where you push and push and push and get home and can lay down on the couch and relax, drink a cold one and maybe deal with a few sore muscles. Or a rough day at work, when you can leave whatever irritating colleagues or clients behind and at least have a possibility to not think about them for the next 16 hours.

Nope, the thing that sucks about chemo is that it sticks with you, all day, even days later, and you just have to lay there and take it. It doesn't feel like a fight or a battle or a competition of any kind. It's just something to get through, just wait for your bags of clear liquid poison to drip in, in the good faith that ultimately it is kicking out the bad and at the end of the next cycle (or the next one if my numbers aren't down enough), I'll be cured (enough) (for now) (with a (good enough) chance that it won't come back). That's what sucks about chemo.