Nothing says chemo like Katz's!

Hello, I have two more chemos to go! I also have hot flashes! And aches and pains! So yeah, the latest fun news from treatment is that my body is going into (hopefully temporary) menopause. Hot flashes are no joke, and like a whole lot of the cancer process, it's a very lonely thing to experience in your early 30s. Throw in the standard-order aches, pains, and exhaustion in there, and it's shaping up to be a pretty good week!

Oy. Like I said in my last post, I am definitely on a physical and emotional seesaw. Things are not great right this instant, but I must say, I am coming off a pretty solid chemo day on Monday. In addition to the fact that Greg had the brilliant idea of having us bring in Katz's for lunch (and the fact that my stomach could actually tolerate it), Therese, who was in town from Cali, joined us for most of my session:

It was lovely to catch up with her, and she fit right in as we shot the shit with my nurse* and indulged in some 'superfoods.' Our other featured Californian this week is Jon, who kept Greg company while I slept post-chemo and brought me this great lady parts bag that includes mastectomy boobs, a gift from my future sis-in-law, Katie:

As for post-chemo, yesterday I was feeling pretty alright, and I even managed to do a tiny bit of work during the day. In the evening, G and I went over to Nicole and Steve's to hangout and watch a very 80's movie- the Dark Crystal! It was a fun night.

Today, unfortunately, is when the aches and soreness and tiredness really set-in. Jon pushed me a bit to go on a walk earlier, which was good. Then, Jon, my mom and I had a little lunch. Now, I'm writing this post. I will likely spend the rest of the day watching TV and trying not to feel bad about it. Cancer, my friends, is loathsome.

*Sharnée is quickly becoming our favorite nurse. We brought her a Katz's sandwich too.

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