So, round 2 has begun. I had to have the steroids again which pissed me off to no fucking end. I hate them. The side effects are horrible for me.1 We have to do them for 2 more treatments. As if my emotions weren’t already all over the place brace yourselves boys and girls because things could get ugly around these parts. I am not sure what I would do without copious amounts of benzos.2
You know, it occurs to me, that it’s a good thing I was never put in charge of designing torture regimes because I gotta tell you, chemo therapy is about as close to torture as I ever want to get. Not only would I tell you everything you wanted to know3 I would also try to stand on my head4 to avoid having another treatment. It seriously breaks you down.
In other news, my yarn for the shawl has arrived so I am going to start working on it today. This is a little sunshine in my otherwise dark world.