Quietly, too, my return to chemo has been interesting. It seems to be working...the tumors on my lower chest are MIA, the lump under my arm is softening and burping. I don't want to say too much or kvell; the universe hates my butt dances. A small bone is tossed to me at midnight, I promise not to wake you and tell you how good it tastes.
All good trails bad in its wake. For me, it's something called hand syndrome, a side effect of 5FU. It causes sores on the hands fissures in the nail beds and brittle nails. And it has roosted here. It is officially painful to type much. Band aids on the fingers or no.
So production will be lower until this goes away, but it has been remarkedly persistent. Like Rally, it has come close enough to winning to make the game viable. I've seen him within inches of a tempting piece of squirrel tail, though I'm not rooting for him. Those squirrels bring me some sport to spectate, ticket-free. I need that right now!
