Yes, I'm counting down how may treatments I have left. I figured with 39 treatments in whole, when I got into the single digits it was OK for me to count the remaining treatments. So only 8 more evil chemo treatments for my nasty desmoid tumor.
Some days are good and some days suck. Yesterday was not one of the good days. I got home feeling mediocre but it was mostly the taste of the drugs that was bothering me. It's a cotton-mouth feeling with a salty, gross taste. I've never had anything taste like this before. Take my word that it's disgusting and no matter how much I drink, the taste doesn't go away. So I drank a bunch of water and tried to eat lunch (tried being the key word there). Needless to say, I had a nice visit with the porcelain god. Then I caved in and just went to sleep for 4 hours in the middle of the day. Today I am feeling better. By tomorrow I'm sure I'll forget that I ever felt queasy/sick. It really is so easy to forget and I prefer it that way.
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