Cold to the Bone, Warmed by Love

Cold to the Bone, Warmed by Love

🌼 Date: Friday, January 23, 2026

⚡ Energy: Critically low. Recliner-based.

💔 Status: Day two of Granix and my bones are officially filing complaints.

😑 Outlook: Surviving on warmth, love, and very small victories.

Today was low energy on a cellular level.

Day two of the Granix shots, and my body made sure I felt it. The bone pain showed up loud and proud, mostly camping out in my knees like they had personally offended the medication and were now being punished for it.

So, I surrendered.

Recliner.
Ice on my knees.
Heated blanket cranked up. (Shout-out to Chelsea and Tiler for the hug of warmth.)

And somehow… I was still cold.

Not cute chilly. Not “grab a sweater” cold. This was bone-deep, marrow-level, nothing touches it cold. I layered up like a human nesting doll — fuzzy socks on my feet (huge shout-out to Darlene and Chelsea for finding these gems), a hat on my bald head, a sweater over my silky pajamas (which really do trap heat), all under my heated blanket… plus another blanket on top of that one.

Hot tea all day long. Inside and outside warming attempts fully engaged.

Nothing helped.

Is it chemo? Is it the nearly 30 pounds I’ve lost since October? No idea. All I know is that even typing this, I keep thinking I should’ve grabbed my fingerless gloves. Typing with my hands tucked under the heated blanket isn’t exactly efficient, so I took mini warm-up breaks and carried on.

Most of the day was spent snoozing in my chair with Gidget glued to my lap, only getting up to pee or find a snack — which brings me to the not-so-fun part.

I have no appetite.

Between mouth sores, chemo messing with taste (or removing it entirely), and the sheer exhaustion of chewing, eating feels like a task my body has zero interest in. And yet, I know the cruel irony: protein would help. Food would help. Strength comes from eating — but eating takes strength.

Vicious cycle, unlocked.

Tonight was our usual Friday night Mexican food dinner out, and a couple of longtime friends joined us. Even though I didn’t want much, I tried. And Casey — sweet man that he is — kept gently saying, “Just one more bite, baby… you haven’t eaten much today.” He watches out for me in ways I don’t always have the energy to do myself.

Today wasn’t productive.
It wasn’t brave.
It wasn’t strong in the way I usually define strong.

But I showed up.
I stayed warm the best I could.
I accepted care, love, and help — even when my body felt like it was betraying me.

For today, that has to be enough.

💗 Tina –
One Badass Day at a Time