Scheduled to have my last of 17 herceptin treatments on Monday, so it's nearly three weeks since I had the previous one, yet got that yucky taste in my mouth last night. Not as intense as in the past but tasted like I would imagine a leaking filling would taste like, if there were such a thing. A metal taste. Enough to lead to my eating too many Chinese ginger chewy sweets but I always feel desperate to get rid of the taste.
Anyway, all gone by morning.
Like what Julie Goodale had to say in her latest blog posting,Fitness for survivors:"We didn't control whether we got cancer; we can't control how our treatments affect our bodies. But we can control what we eat and if we go for a walk, or ride a bike, or run, or lift weights, or dance...."
Here's to dancing, and having fun!
I live in Johannesburg, South Africa, where I was diagnosed with breast cancer on Thursday January 15 2009. This is my journey with cancer and other musings as surveyed - initially temporarily hairless - from under my hats.
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