Monthly Archives: February 2011

Oh god, I’m bored. Bored, bored, bored. Bored of being in pain. Bored of feeling slightly nauseous from the medications I take because I’m in pain. Bored of having to wait for my next round of treatment. Bored of being … Continue reading →

It’s Monday, which means it’s been four days since I last ate and three days since my surgery. I’m pretty amazed at how good I’m feeling. I was destroyed after my surgery in December, but this one, not so much. … Continue reading →

Chemo on Wednesday was a breeze. I felt fine, only slept a little, went to bed early, and woke up Thursday feeling great. But then I started having abdominal pain that was increasing too fast to be ok and I … Continue reading →

Robovein took 45 minutes to go in. Far better than the first one I had placed which took almost two and a half hours and was accompanied by a symphony of swearing (on the part of the surgeon). I wasn’t … Continue reading →

I am going to Toronto Western shortly to have my central line (heretofore known as “robovein”) inserted. I’m not allowed to eat, but I’m also a bit nervous and closer to nausea than hunger. I’m trying not to think about … Continue reading →

Somewhere around 3 p.m. Friday, the slightly sore throat I’ve had for the past few days was joined by sinus congestion, blocked ears, and mild but persistent vertigo. And here I was hoping to spend my last weekend before chemo … Continue reading →

Four days of wellbutrin and I feel almost…well. Probably the placebo effect and my increasing ability to process events around me as being outside my control and thus not worth fretting about too much after a certain point. When your … Continue reading →

Successful events. Conversations with charming people. Three glasses of wine. Happy dogs. Pharmaceuticals. Cab rides home.

One week left ’til chemo. I wish I could say I’m feeling better, but I’m not. Not really, anyway. I am exhausted in the way that only comes from being relentlessly emotionally pummelled until all that’s really left to do … Continue reading →

I’m emotionally and mentally wrecked. Physically, I don’t seem far behind. An ache is creeping around my throat and I’m trying to stave it off with oil of oregano, lime juice, and salt water rinses. I’d hate to have my … Continue reading →