It's 4:20 am and I can't sleep. I have what Sue Hendler used to call 'roid-rage'. Decadron makes me kind of manic.
What I'm grateful for today: No real side effects from the Xeloda yet. The hands and feet are looking and feeling great so far. I haven't had to take a nausea pill yet and only a hint at what we referred to as a case of the 'fast poopies' when I was travelling in Nepal.
(Sorry, but bowel movements become a normal part of everyday discussion when one is going through cancer treatments.)