Some side effects are major--hair loss is like that. The first chemo took care of that--second one not at all, and the third time around my hair just thinned out. It is a little early to see what will happen this time around. I've still got five great cranial prostheses and several hats, so I'm prepared if that happens. I've never had a problem with nausea--there's lots of medication for that and if I feel the least bit queasy, I take something.
Then there are the minor ones that are merely annoying, so I tend to forget about them. Mouth sores are now officially on that list. With no warning whatsoever, I woke up this morning with my lower lip encrusted with blood and a popped blister on the inside of said lip. I have stuff for it, but it is annoying.
There are no orc wars, for which I am grateful. I just feel generally crappy. I'm so glad I bought a new duvet last year. Crawling under it and reading or knitting is amazingly comforting. I've felt way worse--see April through August 2008. I've also felt way better. To paraphrase Sophie Tucker, I prefer better.
Thus endeth the whining session.
xxooxx
Monday, November 21, 2011
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