They all say cancer doesn't kill you; it's the side effects of cancer and treatments that lead to your ultimate demise. For me this almost came in the form of a poo.
A side effect of chemotherapy is constipation and no matter how many pills or drinks I take to manage "the mush and the push," for me chemotherapy means a standstill of my bowel movements during my treatments. Thank g-d I'm on a three day chemotherapy schedule instead of a five day schedule!
Once I arrive home after a treatment, mind you I'm drinking Metamucil for hydration and eating Colace like they're tic-tacs, there's always the anticipating fear of confronting what I've made over the past week.
During round 4 I made a mean turd: hard as a rock, edges sharp as daggers and a girth that would make my father proud! As this demon passed through Master Sphincter he tore him right open (medical term: anal fissure).
So there you have it! This is why I haven't been retuning calls or emails. Combined with the inability to heal due to the chemotherapy knocking down my blood counts, I spent the majority of the weekend on the couch or in a sitz bath or applying a new ointment in hopes to relieve this extremely painful experience.
Finally today I got some relief and was able to go into the office!! It seems my blood counts are on their way up again and hopefully I can put this all behind me; no pun intended.