20th of August 2022

Chemo turns you yellow, gives you chemo brain to the point where you talk and mid sentence you throw a word that makes no sense and sounds like something a toddler would utter for something very simple, so I am expecting to turn into a minion very soon… Need to buy me some goggles!

On top of that, my fingers, toes and feet feel as if they are wrapped in loads of gloves and socks and I cannot feel what I am holding or walking on. Hence, the current ongoing episode of me dropping my phone and cracking the screen to bits. I know this happens to a lot of people, but it’s a point of pride with me: I haven’t broken a screen and I haven’t done this while I had babies and toddlers. So, I’m irritated with myself and my newfound clumsiness.

Lastly, when you get pumped with immunotherapy and chemotherapy drugs, you leave all bloated like a puffer fish and spend the next 7 to 10 days deflating… So, I am a yellow, round, phone-less being and all I can think of are the bunch of chocolates my brother brought over from Scotland and the halva my parents brought from Greece, that I cannot taste due to my dead taste buds…

I’m off to cry in my corner and see if them tears come out yellow too…