Last Thursday after I was unplugged from the pump Christina and I decided to go to Busy Bee for lunch. It’s close to the hospital, has really good food, and a nice atmosphere, so, a small celebration for completing the first session at home. Have you ever had their appetizer of portobello steak fries - yum! We had a great time but in what has become a string of new-found problems stemming from my chemotherapy, in an inattentive moment, I lost my grip on my glass and watched helplessly as it smashed to bits on the tabletop. Another tangible sign that chemotherapy is a bitch. It’s a combination of my sensitivity to cold in my extremities that makes my hands feel like the are asleep, plus the involuntary contortions my hands sometimes decide to make, and some tiredness, lightheadedness, and maybe a little fatigue thrown in. If I didn’t know it before, I know it now - this is for real - and I can only image it’s going to get worse.
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