Ugh, I was at the doctors office and I yawned. The receptionist asked,” are we were keeping you up? You’re too young to be tired at 3pm.” Luckily my mom was there and I just walked away.
I hate that my fatigue symptoms mimic the symptoms of a drunk person. Slurring and staggered walking
Officer, I swear I’m not drunk. My fatigue is just kicking in.
My oncologist said,” its a vicious cycle you’re in” Then he started getting defensive like I was blaming him.
"You needed the chemo because of the Cancer. The chemo caused the atrophy which caused the ataxia which caused the bursitis. The bursitis will keep coming unless you fix the ataxia but once the brain is dead you can’t fix it." more or less what he was saying
So the only thing they can do is make me comfortable for this ride on the vicious cycle.
He is doing a series of blood tests to check my cbc, chemistry, and to check if I have deficiencies.
A girl in the cancer ward, commented on my wheelchair :)
Last night, during my insomnia I made my meal plan for the first couple days of the anti-inflammatory diet.
The key for these strict diets is to be well prepared. For me, that means, having a meal plan and a grocery list. From experience of other health diets, I know I must never go hungry and have plenty of food to snack on.
I’m going to post my meal plans and pictures once I start.
I’m really excited to see if this works for my hip bursitis.
I don’t know why this keeps popping into my head. Maybe I just need to get it out.
My freshman year of high school, I fell out of a parked SUV and injured my shoulder. (I later found out it was due to the cancer)
The first day at school without the sling and I get accused of stealing.
This mother tapped me on the shoulder asking to see my backpack. I said,” Why?” and she started unzipping it. She then accused me of stealing her daughter’s backpack. I told her to stop and she yanked it from me. We yanked it back and forth before I finally ran away from her. I ran to the nearest classroom where the teacher knew me and told him the situation as I was crying.
He called the campus police and escorted me to the office. They asked me questions and wouldn’t release me or my backpack until the woman came. I had to call my mom to pick me up and to verify that was my backpack.
I became traumatized. I couldn’t walk the halls without thinking someone was following me and I’d see her van everywhere.
The school didn’t want to deal with the issue because we felt like it was a racial issue. The lady wouldn’t say sorry or anything. We later found out that it wasn’t even the same color of backpack.
I left that school after that incident and months later, I got cancer.
is anyone else sensitive to smells? even ‘good’ smells?
It is a trigger for my asthma but ever since the cancer, I can’t stand good smells. Perfumes, candles, incense, scented things. The detergent aisle of a store is like the death of me, to get through that aisle I have to put my nose in my shirt. I prefer freshness, natural smells.
I am bringing this up because I went to wash my hair and I accidently used my mom’s conditioner which is scented. I put Apple Cider Vinegar to remove the scent but it was torture.
So, is anyone sensitive to smells? I know when I was in the hospital they said I had the sense of a pregnant woman. I know most people hate bad smells but have never met someone like me. ‘Good’ smells? sensitive nose?