The side effects alone have kept me on my toes — or flat on my back

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not for Covid, cicadas, cancer, chemo, and C-Rad radiation protocols, the past months would have been rather boring. And while the cicadas are gone, the rest of these lovely adventures are now part of a legion of gifts that keep on giving. The side effects alone have kept me on my toes — or flat on my back.

Think dizziness, blurred vision, muscle spasms, weakness, headaches, neuropathy, mood swings, hot flashes, and night sweats. Just about the only side effect not listed for the inhibitors I’m now taking is California falling into the ocean, though I’m not too sure about that one. The good thing is that I’m only scheduled to take these drugs for five to seven more years, so there are only another four to six years and eight months to go. Who’s counting?

Muddling through the various appointments, surgeries, scans, tests, treatments, and decisions, not necessarily in that order, has left me with a profound sense of time loss.