I'm an eating machine

Damn these steriods! All I do is think about food. I eat (despite that metallic taste) and two hours later I'm starving. Watching cooking shows yesterday afternoon didn't help, but even this morning, all I'm thinking about is food. With Thanksgiving just days away and folks talking about their upcoming meals, I'm jonesing now for turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, biscuits, cranberry sauce and pie, pie, pie! Thank goodness I only have three days left of this medication or I would be the size of a small house.

I slept a little better last night but I'm exhausted today nevertheless. Today is "G" day: gut day for all to see. I've gotten to know this group of three techs who have been working with me all week, so I'm not looking forward to showing off the flab this afternoon. The good news is that they won't see me again after today and that they've probably also seen flabbier guts than this one. Still, the humiliation factor is looming again and I'm not happy about it.

Overall, I'm not happy about the entire radiation treatment thing, but I've tried just to bully my way through it without giving it too much thought. The idea that I've been treated with these rays that themselves can cause cancer down the road (should I survive 15 or 20 years) and that the treatments can have such a detrimental effect on my daily strength and stamina is very depressing. Still, I'm trying to get through it and hope that this will provide long-term eradication of these metasteses. With another Zometa treatment under my belt and Doxil coming back up on December 18, I should be back to fighting the known evildoers without further interference from these upstarts. We'll keep our fingers crossed, won't we?

Lunch should be arriving momentarily, so I'll sign off. Thanks for listening, and have a few bites of food in my honor today. I'll enjoy them vicariously...