Eating Like A Horse Alright!
What is it with women and weight issues?
I pulled out one of the light reading books that the oncologist had given me titled Chemotherapy Blah, Blah, Blah and happened upon the paragraph that began, “On average, women gain 7 pounds during their course of chemo treatment.” I always thought women lost weight due to the amount of vomiting that happens.
Yesterday morning, when the two and a half hours of my second chemo treatment were done (Tami, my driver, and I had a good visit with lots of giggling), Tami walked back to the waiting room and I ran to the bathroom.
We were getting ready to leave–for Pete’s sake, we’d been there for almost three hours–when I realized I hadn’t weighed myself for a few weeks. I knew it wasn’t going to be good. When I said earlier that I was eating like a horse, I meant it. The nausea goes away after ten days and suddenly, food looks much better. It hasn’t hurt either that when people bring meals, they really pour it on. Lasagna, salad, French bread… and desserts. Now, I’m not normally a dessert person, but when Wanda brings over a Sunshine Cake (and it wasn’t even her turn yet), one must try the Sunshine Cake. Then, one must have another piece of Sunshine Cake.
I stepped on the scale. Yep, they’re not kidding. The only problem is, I gained 7 pounds after the first treatment.
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