That has been my cancer experience for the past five months. Aphasia, numbness, headaches, sore and stiff neck and arms…then random projectile puking…then back to normal,feeling great,  then back down again, this time which an episode that lasted about 45 minutes, involved my inability to talk, numbness that moved from my hand to my right leg (couldn’t get out of the car at the ER, Matt had to hoist me into a wheelchair). And that’s where I have been for the past two nights — hanging in the oncology ward of our hospital.

Wow, the food was not as good as I remember when I had Lucie 7 years ago…the day vs night shift service was also a little problematic – at 4:30 AM the first night, they flipped on our light, and told me I needed to get out of bed (with my iv) come over to the door, and get on the scale. So I  had to get up, untangle myself, reassure Matt that nothing was wrong, unplug my iv date to reach the scale, hop on, hop off, and replug it all in and try to get back to sleep….right. Evidently we were lucky that I threw up into the waste basket the next day, otherwise they would have emptied the waste the following 4:30AM. (I am 100 convinced that my throwing has to do with two things — one not remembering my zofran on a tarcevva day. and two — the really horrible protein milkshake they make for me…it just tasted strange.

After all this — my MRI are still good and stable, thank goodness. So who knows what that that big ol episode was about. Hopefully I won’t have any more for a really long time. Jack is going to add some prednisone to my mix — try to add some energy and appetite to the mix. Will let you know!