Some Days Are Brave. Some Days Are Blankets.

Some Days Are Brave. Some Days Are Blankets.

🌼 Date: Tuesday, December 16, 2025

⚡Energy: Low battery, charger located (recliner + snacks)

❤️‍🩹 Status: Alive

🌤️ Outlook: Tender, grateful, mildly unamused by my own body

Fit Check:
Pink polka dot pajamas — because today called for comfort, not couture.
Chemo says, “be gentle,” so I listened.
Also, if I’m going to feel like hot garbage, I might as well look adorable doing it.

Body Update (a.k.a. Things No One Warns You Feel This Fast):
The mouth sores have officially arrived.
It feels like swishing with a handful of broken glass — 0/10, do not recommend.
My bottom lip is also numb. Not tingling. Just… missing.
A very strange sensation, like my mouth and I are no longer on speaking terms.

I already take folic acid (thanks to a previous medication that caused similar mouth nonsense), and even though that med is paused during chemo, the folic acid stays — small mercies.
I’m also rinsing after every meal with warm water, sea salt, and baking soda to restore the pH balance in my mouth… because apparently my mouth is now a toxic environment. Cool.

On top of that:
Constant dry mouth.
No amount of water helps.
Despite owning approximately 14 different types of lip chap (my kids named the collection), my lips remain Sahara Desert dry.

Eating? Not super appealing when your mouth feels like it’s under attack.
I’m down 4 pounds in 4 days.
DO NOT recommend the chemo diet.
Also, intermittent toxic glitter shooting out of my ass like a flamethrower probably isn’t helping the weight situation. Just saying.

Gratitude Check (because balance):
✨ I’m DONE giving myself Granix shots for this round — huge win.
✨ I had the energy to shower.
✨ I put on my cute armor (pink polka dot jammies).
✨ And I even wrapped a few Christmas gifts.

Some days are brave.
Some days are blankets.
Today was pajamas, mouth pain, and survival — and that’s more than enough.

💗 Tina –
One Badass Day at a Time