They tasted good, all salty and Daiya cheeze-y. Blech.
Pump disconnect went pretty okay. The nurse was appropriately sympathetic, and asked about my treatment, how many Big Chemos I have left. I think it's four. That's not very many, right? And maybe I can go on maintanence chemo? Holy hell, I hope so.
No more chemo until the first Wednesday of August, which, if you were wondering, is August 3rd. (eyeroll)
In the meantime, I'll be at the beach. Don't tell my doc. Hahahhahahaaha.