...to the end of chemo, that is.
My uncle gently reminded me, in the context of annoying side effects, to consider the larger picture. And he was right. This misery will pass soon, hopefully forever. The hair, as the toddler reminds me constantly, will grow back. The cancer, ideally, will not. Thanks, Trog.
In other news, I greatly anticipate picking up a prescription for artificial tears. One tricky thing about chemo is that one tends to diagnose annoying but ultimately harmless maladies as "something else"... rather than checking with oncology to see whether they can be fixed. Pays to be a hypochondriac in this situation.
Yes, ma'am. There are no stupid questions in the doctor's office ... except the ones you don't ask! %^) In our advancing age, your father and I try to write them down when we think of them ... so we can ask when we get there. Just don't think of it as hypochondria .... maybe a smart consumer?
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