Can I complain for a minute?
This week I reached the midway point in my healing therapy treatments.
Healing therapy - to eliminate the kanswer - on Monday morning.
Neulasta injection - to rebuild my blood cell counts - on Tuesday morning.
Wednesday and Thursday bring with them the terrible side effects.
Bone shuddering chills and pajama-soaking hot flashes.
My bones and joints ache.
Hugs hurt, folks. Hugs hurt.
My nasal passages are clogged - even though there aren't any nasal hairs left.
No nasal hairs means everything smells stronger than usual, I get regular nosebleeds, and touching my nostrils hurts.
Numbness in my fingertips and on the soles of my feet.
Hunger and upset stomach.
Constipation and its opposite.
I need to drink at least half a gallon of water every day -
which means I have to get up multiple times during the night to pee.
Neighbors, friends, and church members bring meals to our home.
My husband and children bring trays of beautiful food to my bedroom.
Delicious healthy food - it smells great. It looks amazing.
Either I cannot taste any of it,
or it tastes like mud and metal and dirt.
Yes, that's right - I'm 98% bald from the top of my head to my kneecaps.
Below my kneecaps? I am quite hairy.
Today is definitely the toughest day in each cycle -
the Thursday after healing therapy is the day I want to cry my way through.
In fact, I'm crying as I type this.
And today I'm gonna let myself cry and complain and lay in bed watching dumb stuff on television.
Because kanswer sucks.