All things considered, it seems that the only continuing side effect with Lonsurf is fatigue -- or, as I call it, exhaustion. I'd like to blame it on the EYO, but I can't really. He's not actually moving that fast, and I couldn't keep up with my grandmother at this point (and for most of the time I knew her she was living with two knee replacements).
You know it's bad when you have to take time to rest between flights of stairs, but that's the shape I'm in now. If you saw a me just moving around but couldn't see that I was myself, you'd swear you were watching an eighty-year-old man. The required afternoon naps don't help mitigate that imagery much.
Maybe after the next trip I'll finally start taking that ritalin my PA wants me to try. She tells me a third of patients find it increases their energy levels. Whatever.
In any case, aside from that, this round of travels with cancer hasn't been too bad. Food tastes mostly normal. My guts have been mostly normal (for me, anyway). And the mass of pills has mostly stayed packed away. At this point, I can't really ask for much better than that.
And in a week I'll see my oncologist and see where he thinks I am on the expiration curve. That'll be interesting.
But first, I've got two days left in Copenhagen, and tomorrow the EYO really earns his trip. Tomorrow, we go to the art museums...
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