Healthy Enough to Be Slightly Killed

Healthy Enough to Be Slightly Killed

🌼 Date: Thursday, February 5, 2026

⚡ Energy: Cautiously functional.

💗 Status: Cleared for controlled chaos.

☢️ Outlook: One last round—let’s do this.

Today was my oncology check-in—the appointment where they decide if I’m healthy enough for my final round of chemotherapy next week.

You know.
The appointment where they check to see if my body is strong enough for them to try to kill me again.

It will never stop being funny to me that I have to be “healthy enough” to be slightly killed. Strange sense of humor these doctors have.

We started with the rundown of side effects since my last visit and let me tell you—my mouth has been on a real adventure tour.

After round one, I had small white sores on the insides of my cheeks and the bottom of my lip.

Round two said, “Hold my beer,” and gave me severely chapped lips that split—corners included—to the point where I couldn’t open my mouth wide enough to eat anything thicker than a single piece of bread.

Round three? Oh, that one brought bumps sticking out of the right side of my tongue, which of course meant I bit them every time I ate anything. As a bonus, my bottom lip felt like I’d eaten something outrageously spicy… and then just stayed on fire for nearly two weeks.

All different. All unpleasant. All very creative.

Naturally, I’m now wondering what round four has planned for me.
Surprise me, I guess.

Then we moved on to bowel movements. Yes, TMI—but I promised to share the good, the bad, and the ugly, and this is firmly in the ugly category.

I am either constipated or I have the runs. There is no in-between. No happy medium. Just extremes. My counter currently hosts three or four different medications to manage either scenario.

After much trial and error, I have discovered my MVPs:
– Miralax mixed with Gatorade for constipation
– Kaopectate Soft Chews for the runs

Not sponsored. Just experienced.

We also talked about the dizziness I’ve been having and the ringing in my ears. She confirmed that both are completely normal and expected—and also explained (again) why I’m still not cleared to drive.

Driving feels like a distant memory at this point. Like a skill I used to have in another lifetime.

But here’s the good news: she answered all my questions, reassured me that everything I’m experiencing is normal, and officially gave me the all clear to keep my appointment on Monday at 11:00 for my final dose of radioactivity.

That sentence still feels wild to type.

One last round. One last push. One more step toward the other side of this.

Healthy enough.
Honest enough.
And somehow still standing.

💗 Tina –
One Badass Day at a Time