Just thought I’d share some things which I find pretty fascinating. When I went through chemo, as some of you may or may not know, chemo wreaks havoc on your taste buds. My initial intention was to eat healthy, it really was, I swear. Well after my first carrot juice, I pretty much threw that idea right out the window and proceeded to eat a lot of cheeseburgers, french fries and cokes. For me the only tastes that got through that hideous, metallic, chemo taste were salt and sugar. Naturally, combined with my steroids I really packed on the pounds. I gained about 12-15 pounds during chemo and I’ve lost nearly all of it back, but I could probably stand to lose 5 lbs.
Here’s the thing, I finished chemo in June and from June to September, I pretty much went on a summer long bender. I drank like a fish, I ate crappy. Then the holidays rolled around and I did pretty much the same. I’m sure a lot of you that have experiences with cancer can understand the need to celebrate.
The funny thing is, that I have not had a single cold, headache, stomach ache, anything? Where is the wood to knock on?...I'm definitely not complaining. I can’t remember the last time I’ve gone almost to February and not had a single sniffle, especially with all the flu and crap going around. My Oncologist always jokes that I’m the healthiest cancer patient he’s ever seen.
The point is this, I think God is trying to confuse me. I’m getting mixed signals here God. Turns out bringing my immune system to the brink of collapse and then acting like a drunken sailor is potentially good for you. I guess there’s lots of ways to skin a cat. Peace everyone, 2013 is going to be a fantastic year.
