So here is the weekly pill prep chore, god I hate this part. I can't swallow pills so have to chew everything - luckily most of these are quite tasteless but some pack a punch of BITTER. It's helping to keep me alive so I shut up and just do it.
I know a couple of people who need three times this amount to stay alive, I shouldn't complain.
Had my first radiation treatment yesterday, the machine is super cool (I got a brand new one), feels like you're in a science fiction movie or something with this big white whirring rotating thing that swings around you opening panels and humming, you feel nothing of course but the consequences come later in the form of extreme fatigue and nausea. I still feel queasy today and NOT looking forward to Mon-Tues-Wed-Thurs cuz I need to get more doses to try and address my hip fractures. Bad tumors, bad! Be gone! Or at least a little bit gone would help a lot, please and thank you.
I'm messing with my hair today, am just not feeling this "white and gray grannie look". It may work well for others but I just feel washed out, I already don't have much color on my face and need all the help I can get as makeup is out of the question most days - my skin is too messed up by chemo.
Crossing fingers I'm not making a colossal mess :o
Wait, does this mean I'm starting to care about what I look like again?
Not sure if this is progress or regression... hmmm.
Now, weekend begins.

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