... or does the entire Whole Foods store in River Forest smell like a cross between a Rush Street alley garbage bin after midnight and an abbatoir? Oh, riiiiight...... it's just me.
I swore I wouldn't whine like this. Blood counts are low at this point in the cycle, which doesn't help anything. Cumulative effects of cytoxan and adriamycin have finally rolled me into a ball of misery. I am grateful that it took this long, and that the end of these miserable drugs is near.
Treatment only gets ... er, less miserable from here on out.
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