Chronicles of a
Cancer Patient

Two days out from my fifth treatment and I am an overblown beach ball. My hands, my arms, my belly, my back…everything is just so…expanded. Part of me wishes that my nausea would finally come to fruition and it might deflate me. But the little pink pills I take twice a day make sure that I will never deflate with such a vulgar technique. Bulemia is probably not a good habit to stack on top of cancer anyway. Ugh, somebody beach this whale.

This is the day after my 6th treatment. The man in the mirror is back. He looks a little bit like me, but he’s bloated and red, and he’s got these hiccups that make his whole body shake. There’s this funny patch of dry skin between his eyebrows. It seems funny that such a localized side-effect would be so squarely localized in the middle of his face, poor guy.

I might look like that if I put on a bunch of weight and had something SERIOUSLY wrong with me.