Someone Call a Plumber
This past week was hard. Really hard. My stomach is beyond raw at this point. Early Tuesday morning I was vomiting the acid out of my stomach into a cooking pot (I know the visual sorry but I’m being real here). Thanks for the pot and Alka-Selzter Mom! Savior at 4.30am. I feel like that episode pushed me back a few days in the recovery department but each treatment is a shit show. I really have no idea what to expect. It’s like Hello Good Morning Oh F*ck! Over and over again. Then I turn that corner and I’m doing leg kicks. But this corner I turned physically was good but not mentally. The chemo hair thinning/ loss has reared it’s head. No pun intended. After my second treatment my hair started thinning at very fast pace. I was quite surprised. After my third treatment, well let’s just say I have PTSD about taking a shower, washing and brushing my hair. Even though I do everything by the book ... the hair keeps falling out. There are tears in my eyes every ...