Chamomile tea warming by my bedside while a massaged glob of lavender-infused lotion disappears into my hands. Meditation music at the mere touch of a button ready to lull me into deep and restful slumber. Insert diabolical laughter here. Too bad the steroids, I am currently taking to combat the nasty Rheumatoid arthritis side effects of Keytruda, are working against my desired result. That pesky Prednisone primed to keep me upright and awake into the morning's early hours is my new norm. Aside from the above, I've tried the old standards like reading in bed, wearing an eye mask and counting sheep. The latter proved really bad idea. Prednisone also sends my appetite soaring. Visions of fluffy ovis quickly transformed into succulent grilled lamb chops before they cleared the fence. I have no need to complain. Despite retaining constant under eye bags, steroids have failed to give me an over abundance facial hair or muscles....
When cancer is diagnosed, changes occur. This is my 2nd battle with the Beast. Yet, I refuse to let it define my entire life. I've endured major surgery, radiation, chemo and now immunotherapy for my current endometrial cancer. Am I hopeful? You bet! This blog is mostly based on my findings. I invite you to come along for some tumor humor, shed a tear, share a thought or alleviate fears. We're all in this together. Best, Linda B. Contact me at words4sail@gmail.com
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