Sunday, July 25, 2010

Baconing through

Okay, so I've mentioned my quest to begin a new life of conscious eating and nutrition, during chemo and post all this craziness. But when there's nitrate-free bacon burning a hole in your meat drawer, and your husband is around to fry it up in a jiffy, and you're surfacing from a round two A/C fog to feel normal again, salty pig fat is sometimes a necessary evil.

The Chanel of anti-nauseants has definitely helped this time around, although the name of it, "Emend", sounds rather like one of those dopey anti-depressant commercials where a woman stands at a curtain brooding while her family plays scrabble in the background. The first 24 hours were nasty. Lots of curling up on the couch in the fetal position, cold cloth on my forehead, nibbling sick crackers and drifting in and out of sleep. Can't say enough about my lovely parents taking the girls for two nights this time.

I slept until 8 yesterday and until 8 today (absolute heaven) and the only anti-nauseants I've had in the last 12 hours have been a Gravol before sleep last night and my third and last dose of Emend. Had a few Shredded Wheat squares this morning and said bacon with a bit of egg and tomato. Still feel around 50-60%, but better than I felt this time last round, so victory, y'all.

Today we pick up Frances and Stella and I'm itching to see them. Aside from the brutally early wakeups they grace us with, and the constant yells of "she's looking at me! tell her not to look at me!", they fill my lizard brain with good stuff and I miss their smells and softness.

We are still planning to ditch this mild city for the intense heat of Osoyoos on Aug 3 for four nights. Hopefully this round two rebirth will continue as per schedule and I'll be feeling up to lounging at the pool with a book, summoning Raoul to bring me another mojito.

In the meantime, I have three more eps of Mad Men season three to catch up on before season four begins tonight. Oh, the busy life of a cancer survivor. And I am a survivor already, did you know that? I just decided.


  1. I DID know you are a survivor already. Damn straight, sister. I think I can speak for every one of us actually. xoxo

  2. Leslie CastellaniJuly 25, 2010 at 11:46 AM

    You are absolutely a survivor!

  3. Your Dad was glad to read about the bacon ... :) his best cooking achievement.