I'm Sorry for Cursing - Colon / rectal cancer

I will tell you the secret to a decent chemo session. Come over here. Closer. Okay, are you ready?

Taco bell bean burritos and Yummy Earth Lollipops (the regular flavors, not that sour ones).

That's right, I said it. Truth be told, I could live without the bean burritos, but not the lollipops. It's so nice to get the chemo taste out of my mouth, that's for sure.

So it went as well as can be expected today. Eric got the nurse to agree to run the two big bags together, so it didn't take as long but it really wipes me out. I can't decide if it's worth it, getting out earlier. I feel pretty awful.

We talked with a man who has lymphoma, and is dealing with a recurrance. He said lymphoma is like that, you always have to deal with it. I admired how upbeat he was even though I know how crummy chemo is. It makes me think though, about what other people are dealing with and what I'm dealing with. I don't like to compare cancers and make a declaration of whose is worst. My worst could be someone else's good day. My good day could be catestrophic for someone else.

At any rate, I would say that today is one of my bad days. What can you do? My body doesn't like a gallon of poison pumped into it. I don't know for sure that it's a gallon, but it sure seems like a lot.

I'll be better in a few days, but right now? I just feel crummy. Stupid chemo Thursday. I hate you and am going to quit you after two more. That is it.