I Feel Like the Toxic Avenger...

...but without the avenging. 

After a few days off the pills, my feet and hands were actually starting to feel okay. Sadly, it didn't take more than a dose or two to get me right back where I started. My feet are killing me, walking is becoming increasingly challenging, and I can barely button a button. It's not as bad as the infusions, but the effects of the Xeloda are starting to catch up with me. 

But what should you expect when you're intentionally filling your body with toxic chemicals, and then inadvertently adding more because it's too much trouble to find food that isn't itself largely constructed from toxic chemicals. 

I'm starting to think it's time for a detox. 

Part of this is pretty easy. I just have to go to the trouble to secure healthier foods than the items I've been choosing. And truly, that won't be hard. 

The anti-cancer toxins may take a little more work, but I don't think it's not doable. In three weeks I'll get scanned again, meet with my oncologist, and, presumably, start another round of pills. I'm thinking I'll take a break after that at least until I get back from the Spain leg of the GCW Tour. This would give me three weeks before the trip for my feet to recover, and then the three weeks of the trip drug-free. I could do with six weeks of cancer vacation.

Of course there'd be time for another round if I started the week before we left and continued taking the pills for the first week in Spain, but that just doesn't sound like fun to me. Shuffling across Southern Spain like a mutant turtle* is not really what I have in mind. The oncologist probably isn't going to be excited by the idea, but he's been pretty open to mitigating his treatment ideas to  meet my needs.

So assuming the scan doesn't throw any wild cards, I just have to finish this round of pills, plus one more, and then I can take a break from the toxins. 


* Not to be confused with a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.