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Wet My Whistle

I'm slowly sinking into chemo hell again. I know the drill though, so it does make it easier in some ways. It's definitely not a feeling I will ever get used to though. It sucks each and every time. But knowing that this time is the last of the red devil does make it easier in a sense this week.

I keep hearing how the Taxol will be easier on me. I certainly hope that's the truth. I just think back to how the night before my very first treatment I felt so sure I was going to rock this whole chemo thing. I still felt like superwoman - I was going to show the chemo who was boss. And then it knocked me on my ass. So I'm afraid to go into the Taxol rounds assuming anything to be honest.

Once again, Matt's been the best nurse this week. Except I think I'm wearing him out in one regard. We can't find a drink that I can handle. That whole weird metallic taste thing is really coming out now. Not a single thing tastes good to drink..yet I'm thirsty all the time. Matt keeps coming back from the store with new options: iced tea, sparkling water, juices, soda, even a strawberry coconut non dairy yogurt/milk concoction. Some of them taste good for a few sips, some are disgusting right from the start. It tastes like a cat curled up on my tongue and died. Awesome... I hope the Taxol at least takes it easy on my taste buds!!

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  1. MamaApril 21, 2011 at 7:10 AM

    God bless St. Matthew! What a gem you have. The metalic taste lasts only for a little while, so hang in there girl, this will all be over soon. The Taxol may bring it's own set of side-effects, but let's keep hoping it won't be as bad. Can't wait for you to say it's all over but the shouting. Love Mama

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