Tag: chemo side effects
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Fourteen Bags and a Missing Butt
Fourteen Bags and a Missing Butt 🌼 Date: Tuesday, June 23, 2026 ⚡ Energy: Closet-cleaning ambitious, body said “ma’am, no” 💖 Status: Fourteen bags lighter 😮 Outlook: Apparently my closet needed cancer recovery too Today I decided it was time to start cleaning out my closet. Cancer and chemo come with all kinds of unexpected…
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Chemo Nails and the Tina Book of Sailor Language
Chemo Nails and the Tina Book of Sailor Language 🌼 Date: Wednesday, June 17, 2026 ⚡ Energy: Tender fingers, stubborn sparkle 💖 Status: Nail appointment day 😥 Outlook: Still short, still sore, still hoping cancer gives me this one thing back Today I had a nail appointment, and this time I remembered to take pictures…
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Turmeric Tea and the Neuropathy Desperation Club
Turmeric Tea and the Neuropathy Desperation Club 🌼 Date: Friday, June 12, 2026 ⚡ Energy: Curious, skeptical, and still mostly numb ❤️🩹 Status: Trying a homemade neuropathy remedy 🤔 Outlook: At this point, if it might help my feet, I’m listening Yesterday, while I was at the retirement celebration, one of the drivers told me…
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The Hot Coal Foot Club
The Hot Coal Foot Club 🌼 Date: Sunday, May 17, 2026 ⚡ Energy: Pins, needles, hot coals, and a little bit of rage ❤️🩹 Status: Neuropathy has entered the chat and turned up the volume 🧐 Outlook: Looking for Plan B, because Gabapentin and Tina are not friends Today, the neuropathy in my feet and…
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Uterine Uprising
Uterine Uprising 🌼 Date: Thursday, December 18, 2025 ⚡ Energy: Low 💔 Status: Alive, betrayed by my uterus 🌞Outlook: Sarcastically optimistic I was told chemo would shove me straight into menopause.Apparently, my body did not get that memo. Instead, it chose “’Tis the season of giving” and went full Harry & David gift basket on…
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I Cried at the Rain
I Cried at the Rain 🌼 Date: Monday, December 15, 2025 ⚡Energy: Low → depleted, but still breathing ❤️🩹 Status: Alive 😪 Outlook: Emotionally unpredictable. Physically annoyed. Still showing up. Today I Cried Because It Was Raining I was laying back in my recliner, mid-chemo spiral, trying to decide whether everything I’d managed to eat…
