Not Perfect

If you have a weak stomach or a highly-developped sense of privacy, you might not want to read this. Some enquiring minds want to know.

The new chemo protocol gives me constipation, which lasts about a week. Trust me; dire rear is better. Whatever the pharmacist gave me doesn't really work. Combined with the the pressure on my bladder from the tumours, by yesterday it was bad enough to keep me in bed and calling the doctor. Then, last night I got a migraine, which lasted through this morning. There is no point in my taking anything for it at night. For some reason the pills don't work if I'm sleeping.

It is now noon on Monday and I feel fine, again. But I did want you to know I'm not perfect.

By the way, my CA-125 dropped a little, but not enough to be significant. What is significant is that it didn't go up.

I think I'm ready for Wii-Fit, again. Birthday present from Nick. I love having my own personal trainer.