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First we got late to the 5th cycle session. Because we forgot to bring the compulsory RAT test before hand and then we went looking for a pastry shop that has sausage rolls.  I have 2 drips and one is 4 hours and the other one is 1 hour, then there are 3 saline flushes - beginning, in between and finish, there is also the wait for the doctor and time for prep. So I am always the last to leave. They do serve a nice light lunch of sandwiches, fruit and juice but I am hungry by about 3pm because I only take the sandwich and juice.  I get my husband to get me some lunch but because I only have one hand free ( the canola goes in the big veins in and around the wrist) I need something I can eat with one hand. So anything with spoon and folk is out, only something that is not dripping every where and covered up. So sausage roll is the perfect snack. But they are so hard to find in pastry shops around the hospital by noon. Looks like they are all sold out by breakfast. So I found...

  Is it something in the food? Or is it something in the tongue? If you could taste but the food was bland Would that be different Than if the food was tasty But you can't taste? Is it in the food then? Different food Different tastes Surely it cant be that simple Because sometimes the same food Tastes different on a different day Perhaps it is something in the smell? Or something you have tasted before? A similarity, a familiarity? A place, or a person, or a time? Or is it something in the mind? Something you remember? Could it be a memory? That you are trying to recreate Not just the food The thought or the taste But the entire experience Of that memory How could you tell You cant ask another Everyone's taste is different Pun intended !

  The week after the 3rd chemo session was a nightmare affair.  So many things happened all at once and I felt like I was completely losing my mind. First off the symptoms were different. The metallic taste in the mouth was replaced by no taste and nausea. The whole body ached and I was short of breath. I couldn't concentrate on more than one thing at a a time. I had to do all things sequentially. I could visibly feel that my body and mind were slowing down.  There were so many things going on in the family that week too. And that was draining me. I was in a daze most of the time just eating and sleeping and moaning with body aches. I could feel myself slipping into disarray and depression. Even thinking about it now to write this post is making me uneasy. I have heard stories of people who started chemo all brave and then stopped half way because it was too much to handle. I could very well understand why and how that would happen. All I could do was just wait and b...