Riding the Rollercoasters

I haven't been able to accomplish a whole lot this week. The digestive track is still staging a revolt. It feels like a couple guys took me out back and went at my abdomen and lower back for a few rounds. And it's hard to get involved in things when you feel like you've just been beat up.

The tummy has gone to Hersheypark, and it's riding the rollercoasters - all of them.

The chemo has a tendency to evolve these type of things. I don't get too excited, just because I've went through them before. Something seems to rear its ugy head, stick around for a few days, and then return to normal.

I hope this runs its course real soon.

It's officially been over a year now since I started chemo. That's a pretty long-time for chemotherapy. I feel like I need a little break from it, or maybe at least a reduced dosage for a couple of weeks.

I won't pull back though, of course, without the doctor's blessing, whether it be the oncologist here in Lancaster, or the kidney cancer specialist we'll see April 8th in Philadelphia.

I've only been able to brave two slices of banana bread so far today. I think I'm going to get courageous and dive into a meatball sandwich - slowly.

When days like this hit it's all I can do to concentrate on the simplest of things, like eating and trying to keep everything in me. Meatballs here I come.

Is it safe to eat a meatball sandwich while riding the rollercoasters?