your husband can’t sleep in the same room as you because you have to turn the loud fan on in the middle of the night.
you have to change your pjs because you sweat so hard they are now wet and cold
your oncologist office forgot about you altogether and when you call they realize it but then turn it into your fault so they are off the hook
you want to beat all your Fitbit friends and find you can barely hit your preset goals of 10,000 steps per day
work is such hostile environment it stresses you out and you have a dozen hot flashes every day there because of it
you can’t quit your job because you need the insurance because of stupid ass cancer and all it’s lovely and hidden side effects
you want to workout more and eat better so on your last day of debauchery you eat a double hamburger on a Krispy Kreme doughnut bun…and that is all you want to eat forever and ever.
you do really well at eating better. no added sugar no bread. then get so stressed out from work and hot flashes (I’ve mentioned them, right?) that you make yourself a personal chocolate cake in a coffee mug and enjoy every warm chocolate flour sugar filled bite
you are craving melted butter on a warm biscuit but have delusions you are still are making good choices (before the chocolate cake idea) so you bake a sweet potato just to have an excuse for eating melted butter
you plan a party then realize how messy and dirty your house really is
you want to stay up late Friday night so you can hang with your friends for bad movie night. Especially when you found out the bad movie is Mighty Morphing Power Rangers.
made plans in your head to hit the treadmill and it turned into watching Hercules on the new channel that just showed up on your t.v.
you really want revenge on your stupid cancer ruined body, yet you give in each time. It truly makes me mad. I am stronger than this. I can work harder than this. I can eat better than this. I can revenge my body and revenge my health!!!! Bleh!