2 Down/28 To Go. And Really? A Cold? I Snort In Your General Direction!

Happy Friday all. The Nuke Melon Fest continued today and it was especially fun, as the treatment was exponentially longer than yesterday's divertimento, as my cugini in Italia would declare. Perhaps the lovely Doc wanted to ensure my Svulst-Infested-Melon had a booster shot for the weekend. Oy vey ... it is a completely different experience than the Titty-Nuke (sorry if I am offending anyone with the lingo and especially since I have a dear friend who is currently suffering from breast cancer and is undergoing radiation. F**K cancer!!)

Perhaps the effects of the rays are already affecting my brain. Or maybe it's two days without a glass of vino ... sigh. A friend of mine said it would be easier to stick my head in a microwave; maybe she's right! Here's a shot of the big-ass machine I lay on every day ... and then it spins around my Itsnotta-Filled-Testa and nukes the shit of those bad-ass cancer cells. F**K CANCER! (I am now claiming a mild case of Tourette's too - again, apologies if I am offending anyone. And sorry Jesus, for cussing. Actually, on second thought, no I'm not. F**K cancer! I'm a little cranky at cancer ce soir... so there...and I'm allowed...)

I have to tell you that I am already beat
and that's after only two treatments. At the risk of sounding repetitive (see above - Tourette's), Dr. B (aka my hubby), made an excellent point yesterday and so natch, I thought of it today as that big-ass machine was doing laps around my newly coiffed crown and how the rays had to penetrate my skull and that they were treating my brain! Wow, truth be told, I am a little fearful that Yours Truly ain't going to be able to do much except sleep and drool for the next six weeks, much less work. Time off is becoming a definite reality ....

Then, last night, after I popped Monster-Big-Ass-Chemo-Pill, I felt mildly Ughy (read: gross/disgusting/mildly nauseous/blecccchhhh) a couple of hours afterwards (thank God for anti-barf pills). Giddy up indeed! Hoping it will be better tonight; otherwise, it's going to be a very long few weeks and it will be an especially long six months, when the dosage goes waaaaaaaaay up. And it will be a very long few months for hubby. Oh, and to add to the fun, I woke up with a cold this morning. *sniff* *snort* *sneeze* *sniffle* .....freakin' cold ....

Oh yeah .... and F**K Cancer!

Speaking of F**K Cancer, my pal KSL sent me a gorgeous bracelet today. Thanks a bajillion quadrillion (real number) KSL!!! I heart you! Check it out. How fantabulous that I can wear my new battle cry on my wrist every day! And not only is the bracelet divine, I adore that the script is subtle enough that someone would have to get really close and ask "Oh ...mmmm.....what dat say?" F**K Cancer! YEAH! :-) :-)

And on that happy note, this gal needs to sleep. Mercifully, there is no Nuke Fest over the weekend; only Monday to Friday, with the Chem-ecstasy Whopper every day - as my pal KB says, "Count 'er Down!". Count 'er down indeed. Two down. Twenty-eight nukers to go. Phase One is 0.06% there (did I do that math correctly?)

Hoping you folks have an awesome weekend planned and sending much love and many hugs your way. Tonight's sign off courtesy of Racherella (seems appropriate, considering it's pouring rain here and my brain matter seems to be sliding ...). Tanti baci tutti! Ti amo!!





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