As you might suspect most appropriately nasty chemo drugs have a list of side effects about a mile long. I mentioned a few of the more exciting ones a while back of which I am happy to report I have none. I also mentioned that 13 is a most unlucky number. Tuesday the 13th, the 13th stick, has proven to be a real stickler. I got the joint and muscle pain restless body syndrome. Sort of a mild flu without the fever and other nasties.
I am most thankful for 10 weeks of bliss. A few short walks around the infusion clinic and I feel like a million bucks. Boy do I have a great life. In fact I'll kick some ass on the tennis court in the morning. Teach that little yellow ball a lesson or two.