It was about 2:30 am last night and I pushed the “Call nurse” button for Nurse Erika to come in because I started feeling the same nauseous feeling creep up into my chest like I have been the last 3 nights.

I felt him in my chest last night, the anger, and the pain was building up inside. Up to this point, I never “felt” like I had a tumor in my chest besides the coughing but while I was on the phone with Joanna at around 9pm, I started a coughing fit. I could feel pain in my chest, a throbbing pain, and became short of breath as this tumor gripped tighter to the muscle fibers it was attached to since it’s begun to shrink.

My dad got his prostate biopsy yesterday morning. I’m going to dedicate this post to him instead of focusing on my own narcissistic butt today. Cancer or no cancer, it’s still a nice butt despite what you may think.

The end of my chemo treatment last night was rough. My IV would not send blood back up (more on this later) and because of it, we were running late on finishing treatment.

…because pizza and .9% sodium chloride doesn’t have the same ring as pizza and beer