Feeling like a true Italian at heart lately.
Steroids (Predisone to be exact) have been
a focal chemo drug during this extensive maintenance phase. I’ve been
taking the high dose medicine each month for five consecutive days, but for
some reason, the effects never seem to wear off.
But as I’ve mentioned in the past, this powerful-food loving drug
has just as many pros as it does cons. The constant need to be satisfied by
each consumption of food is as strenuous as the demand for lengthened slumbers and
rest. In fact, since taking this drug not once have I gone to a restaurant
without first inspecting its menu. Not once have I left a morsel of food on my
plate after scarfing down my thoroughly calculated order. And as I once
expressed this love of food through my cravings of Triple O’s burgers’ and pickles
and cheese, I once again cannot stress how much Prednisone makes me love food.
It’s hazardous.
Even though I lack gauge of fullness, thanks to these steroids, and
have had to deal with crazy weight inflation's, I find that it is all justified
when I take a bite of my meal, and am brought to a place of satisfying bliss. No
exaggeration, the consumption of my next meal is what gets me out of bed.
“How do you ‘forget’ to eat? My entire day is planned around what
I am going to have for breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, and in between.” –
The Diary of Nonna’s
With only 5 months left of treatment (knock on wood), I am wondering
how I’ll adapt to life without food obsession and cravings – or if I even want
to... All I know is that the most prominent side effect I’ve experienced over
the past several months of Maintenance has been hunger. Appetite. Incessant snacking.
Probably the most fortunate side effect I could ask for.
Feeling like a true Italian with a bottomless stomach, mangiare mangiare,
keeping Nonna happy, breeding optimism,
-
Serena
Bonneville J
