Whatever I said to my Oncologist on Friday caused her to order a CT brain scan to search for metastasis. No, I didn't ask what those magic words I said were... I'll just go with it. My brain is still the undiscovered territory so I think we'll both feel better knowing... either way.
I lost 8-plus pounds in 2 weeks now. We all know I'm... well... fluffy, but losing this much so quickly is not a good thing. She is concerned. I'm being put on Boost a couple of times a day so I get some actual nutrition, then I get to see a gastroenterologist too. Lucky me. Needless to say I'm having trouble eating as everything tastes horrible, compounded by a sore mouth. I've rediscovered pineapple juice that seems to go down fairly well and is good stuff... though I must take it pretty dilute. Chocolate milk, always good. Then there is the thought that something might taste good and I make it only to have a few bites and put it down. Blech.
Finally, it's confirmed, the beginnings of neuropathy are here, hands and feet. Yep. Hypersensitivity, numbness and tingling.
Feeling my mortality this weekend, tearful. Today, Sunday, unable to get vertical until about noon. I'm in permanent slo-mo lately. But though I'm slow... even though all these things are going on, I still find myself laughing, okay, not a lot, but I am! That's a good thing.
I think I'd like to Henna myself.
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