...and I know nutrition is key. Yes, the chemo is poison. You'll be sick, but you must eat. Protein is big. Mac 'n cheese is your best friend. Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream. You worried about getting fat! Fergetaboudit!
You need Redwood Hills Organic Goat Kifir. Calms the nausea, restores gut health (after the intense chemo burn, your intestinal tract looks like a napalmed jungle) and gives good protein.
But the Captain of the Team: Cannabis.
A joint in the morning meant I would have breakfast by noon, maybe sooner. Without it I was just sick. Nothing mattered. Felt dead. Food? Why... the dead don't need food, the dead do not eat. My stomach must be hell as nothing wants to go in, nor stays if it gets there. And I'm not hungry. That mechanism that TELLS me to search for food and eat it, is broken. Maybe irreparably. It may be gone. What? I don't know... you said it's gone. Did I...?
Did I take my meds today...? I've got to find ways to remember.
Ok, the bottle is upside down so I took that one... I should have something in my stomach. Ah, cute goat.... hmmm, I'll take a few puffs and see how I feel. I've got a plan... https://youtu.be/a2jKpWo7Jo4 although some morning's it was toast and cereal. But, most best way was the 222. 2 eggs, sausages, and pan cakes or French toast or waffle. Eat it in that order. If you're totally full after the sausage that's okay you'll eat the carbs later. Leave time for the syrup to soak in, it's a treat. My best thing is the mushroom, spinach, cheese, sausage and bacon, frittata thing. One of those whacky videos. But I slept better, ate, even laughed because I could "not feel so dead" by smoking a little weed.
Sure, believe me, I know all the rebuttals, assumptions, and misconceptions people might have about me, my life, choices and my decision to use this medicine as a part of my healing campaign. But so far, it's worked. I didn't starve to death from the side effects of carpet bombing my body with chemical warefare. Oh, perhaps the new reader should start at the beginning of this story, back in October 2012 when I started this blog about the time of my first infusion after the "biopsy" that saved me from asphyxiation from the lymphoma tumor in my throat. When it was now or never with those cells entering all my organs like an infiltrating terrorist army. It was a stage 4 attack and I may not have seen my next birthday only 2 months away. Oh I've known people who's disease was far worse than mine, others not as much... maybe. I'm not saying it was easy, it ain't easy now. But the hardest thing, the worst thing, the heartbreaking thing, is watching... when something might have helped. You gotta try.
