I have successfully survived another full week of chemo, although it took a little more out of me than the first time. This despite my midweek burst of energy and delight. "Energy" and "delight" in quotes.
The very good news: I had a hot dog today! Because red meat is tasty, and good for my diminished red blood cells. And as my dietician has said, I should eat that which I crave, as long as I can keep it down. And I know that one must have a ludicrously relative sense of good news for this to qualify, but you know what? I have cancer. I'll make my own damn rules.
I am feeling better, though. And I'm looking forward to work again. Which still scares me to say.
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And to think you used to mock me when I ate hot dogs.
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