Cancer Lesson #42: “My, what bad taste you have.”
Chemotherapy frequently results in a change in how things taste. When I started treatment, my inner brat constantly whined about how I would survive if I couldn’t taste my beloved Caramel Frappuccino Lights. It would have been more useful to ask what I would do with the money I saved by not buying them, but my childish self is always more concerned about instant gratification rather than money. I refused to think about whether or not I would survive cancer — I just assumed I would.
Dr. H. said some patients compare it to chewing on a metal fence.
Me, I thought it was more like eating a rubber bath mat after not brushing your teeth for a week.
I consoled myself with the idea that some breast cancer patients lose weight during treatment.
Alas, I proved to be in the 50% that gained.