Is it chemo or Jagermeister?

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    Dan has been taking Temodar and radiation for a little over a week now.  The first day was easy.  There was no projectile vomiting.  No Linda Blair style howls of anger.  Everything appeared to be, well…normal.  Then day two rolled around.  The morning found Dan feeling like he’d been on an all night Jagermeister binge minus the good memories to ease the pain.  He had a  *fat bomb and felt a little better.  At 9:30 we headed to the radiologist.  It takes us 45 minutes to get there and only 10 minutes for the whole procedure but those 10 minutes drain every ounce of energy from Dan.  He stumbles to the car and falls asleep.  He wakes up long enough to get in the house and to the couch where he promptly falls asleep again till I wake him for brunch.  He continues to sleep most of the day waking just long enough to eat and make clever comments about the things going on around him, which we usually enjoy.

This has become our new norm.

A favorite keto brunch...avocado, bacon, and parma crisp salad!

    Since last week rolled along so predictably, I assumed that this week would be the same.  Yes, the doctor did say the effects of radiation and chemo are accumulative, but I guess I chose not to process that little tidbit of information.  Week two found Dan miserable and uncomfortable no matter what pharmaceutical, herbal or meditative therapy I encouraged him to try.  On Wednesday after radiation he felt as if he might actually throw up which is a big deal for Dan.  He hasn’t thrown up (so he says) in 27 years, which explains the tiny lesions the CAT scan picked up on his Guinness pickled liver.  We had a long ride home so we decided to try and grab something to eat to settle his stomach.  He made it to a booth and ordered his chicken sandwich minus the bun and french fries then slumped over on the table.  He was out.  People walked by staring at him…eyeballing him as if he were a drunk or addict, his tall body spilling over the tabletop, oblivious.   Climbing to the other side of the booth, I pulled him up and cradled him against me, like a 6 foot two inch baby. For the first time since this whole thing started, I felt utterly alone.

    We finally made it home.  Dan slept almost the whole day just waking up long enough to eat and take his meds. 

    I can’t lie, this whole cancer thing sucks, but as with most things, it could be worse.  Dan still has his 27-year streak and who wants to eat a chicken sandwich without the bun anyway?

Rhonda Walsingham-Colonna

Dan visiting today with our pixie niece.

Fat Bomb-a type of “candy” used in keto diets to get large amounts of good fats into the body.                          

                                    85%  dark chocolate

                                    8 Tablespoons butter

                                    3 Tablespoons coconut oil

                                    4 Tablespoons almond butter

                                    1 Tablespoon heavy whipping cream

                                    ½ cup macadamia nuts

                                                           

                                                Freeze and YUM!