As has been said, Chemo is not for wimps. It is a powerful enemy/ally. I was bedridden, commode hugging, running down the hall sick. The thought of food gagged me, swallowing anything was torture. I pushed and ate a little, and then each day I was a little stronger, able to eat a little more. I had to eat, or chemo would win. The last couple of days I could eat more calories. It did not matter what I ate, I just had to eat. Milky Ways, M&M's, Hot Chocolate, calories.
This morning I woke up and said pancakes. Yes, I wanted pancakes and Chef Marty made me bacon and pancakes. I ate two pieces of bacon and two and a half pancakes. Also I had a little milk with breakfast. It was all so good. I am going to eat lots of calories to try to stop the weight loss. Never thought I would ever worry about being too skinny.
Wednesday the chemo begins again. At least there won't be so many surprises this time. I have a little idea of what will be thrown at me.
Tonight or Monday I will put up Joe's latest post. It is a good one. So watch for it. Joe will keep wedding info coming to us.
Joe' s wife, Sue, is now on my babysitters' list. She has sat with me and has offered to drive when needed. I have such fabulous friends. Keep Joe and Sue in your prayers because I love them and they love me. And we all need love and prayers. I pray for all of you out there every night. You are a huge support for me.