6 weeks since my last chemotherapy treatment and I can feel my body awake from it’s deep and dark slumber.
I say this not so much in the Sleeping Beauty sense where a kiss kindles her spirit and upon awaking she’s radiant and perfectly coiffured. In my case it means pimples are now free to make themselves present, oils are back at previous production levels and all those stray hairs are peaking through their follicle manholes to stake their claim once again.
Things that are still on the mend are 1) the absent feeling in my feet, 2) my ever illusive taste buds, and 3) my ability to eat rich foods and not throw up.
If you’re wondering why I would eat “rich foods” when I can’t taste them, it’s simple, I really miss eating great food. Since that last treatment I take Any and Every chance I get to test my taste buds. I mean, they might have come back in the last hour? —- Needless to say I’ve gained 7lbs in 6 weeks. My body, while not able to process anything rich like Mexican food and unable to savor anything delicious like Chinese food IS able to enjoy desserts allll daaay loong. Ergo, 7lbs.
The only other “food group” my system is happy to ingest is Whisky and so I oblige it every chance I get. Next year this might be my Alcoholics Anonymous blog.
