Chapter 3: The Poison Pump

Started Chemo today. Mostly unimpressed. 5 hours sitting in a chair getting 7 different medications pumped into me. Only one was painful, and there was no sickness at all. 2 months of people telling me how awful chemo was; the sickness, the pain, the hair loss. Yet there I was feeling fine, although bored, wondering what the big deal was.

Then it was dinner time.....

So, the queasiness started, but not enough to keep me from eating. And then it got worse as my wife was preparing the meal...

On a side note: If you are making food for somebody who is having chemo, don't make taco chili. Now, I appreciate the effort put in to making dinner for my family, but taco chili, really??? They know I'm going to be sick to my stomach and have problems eating and they bring taco chili. Please don't bring taco chili to your friends or family with cancer, bring something very bland.

So, my wife is getting dinner ready and I am getting sicker. She finally sets the taco chili down, I take one bite and it tastes like donkey butt (don't ask how I know, but I do). So, I put my spoon down and pick up the nice sourdough bread and figure I will be like my sister and just have bread for dinner. Problem is that the bread tastes like burned lamb brains. So, I force down some bread then sit on the pot for 20 minutes waiting for nothing to come out. Fortunately, my wife loves me, went to the store and got me doughnuts and Gatorade. Still tasted bad, but not as bad as taco chili.

So, sick to my stomach, food tastes like ass and I'll lose my hair in 16-21 days. They say it's worth it, except that I wasn't sick to begin with. Sure, some PET scan said I had lymphoma, but I wasn't sick. People would come over to bring food and look at me like I was faking it just to get free food. So, here I am paying someone to not only make me sick, but to make food taste like ass. Oh, and the Gatorade tasted like toilet water spiked with a bloody tampon.

Yeah, so worth it...