The big toe nails on both of my feet are really sore. It hurts to wear shoes. Of course, this side effect has to pop up now that the others have resolved themselves, because heaven forbid something go smoothly for once.
Fucking Taxol. My oncologist was like, “Oh the nail issues are really rare. Don’t worry about it." Yeah, I’ll get right on not worrying about it.
So now I get to try to figure out what I can do to keep them from turning black and falling off.
Last night, my scalp started itching, so I’m sure that means that the little bit of hair that has grown will soon be falling out.
My eyelashes are getting thin. They are falling out slowly, but not growing back. I guess it’s time to start looking into the fake ones. I’m not going outside without fucking eyelashes, and I don’t care if that makes me vain. I don’t want to look like a cancer patient and get those same pitying stares I get every time I go to the gym without my wig.
And the next person to tell me about how brave I am is going to get bitch slapped. It’s not brave when you don’t have a fucking choice.
Oh and my personal favorite is: God doesn’t give you more than you can handle. Fuck you and your god. Ugh.