Tuesday, April 12, 2011

yuck

Polly Pincushion now knows why they called that chemo drug the "red devil." I'm carrying a small trash can with me wherever I go in case my urge to hurl turns into a real situation. I can barely even get down a bowl of my beloved cereal.

I will return to my regular updates when I feel better. Bye for now...

2 comments:

  1. I am SO sorry you feel so badly Polly. What a horrible way to trim down in time for summer! You'll be pleased to know I'm sporting my new darker hairdo, inspired by our wig shopping trip. I can't wait for you to see it in person.
    Hang in there. Feeling crummy means the "cocktail" is working.
    XXOO Wilma

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  2. Naturally we’ve been reading your vivid and engaging blog. What a horrible ordeal this is, and our hearts go out to you for having to endure any of it, including nausea. But you are certainly a very gifted writer, Romy, and you have a remarkable spirit to manage to inject humor even in the face of the Red Devil. May the Lord sustain you in this battle and give wisdom to your doctors and bless that chemotherapy and every other tool in the modern arsenal against cancer to heal you. Gordon and Jane H.

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