Nope

Not fun at all.  The effects of the chemo are becoming culminative.  Fourth round was Tuesday.  I feel like hell.  Two rounds of this misery left to go.  Getting harder to remind myself that when it's done I will live instead of dying of cancer.  For that matter, it's getting hard to think.

Thar She Blows!

Er...goes!  My hair, that is.

It started Monday morning.

By Tuesday evening I had bald spots and was tired of the constant rain of hair. So...

I've Never Had...

... a root canal.  But I'm pretty sure it's more fun than chemo.

And cheaper.  They slapped this little thing on my arm after Monday's infusion:

$14,000. Each.  Battery powered, it startled the heck out of me 27 (why 27?) hours later when it beep-beeped and started ticking as it infused.

And about 24 hours after that goes in, just as you are finally getting your stomach under control (INDIGESTION!!!! REFLUX!!!) and the feeling of being on a bad drunk is easing, your bones and muscles decide to hurt like you've been in a bad car accident.

I've gone from taking minimal medications and nothing otc to having a pill box full of stuff to deal with the fact that I'm being carefully poisoned.