Why didn't anyone tell me how I would feel?
Things are going well in physical therapy. I am afraid they'll soon accuse me of faking this whole brain tumor thing. They assured me that for now I'm still a legitimate patient since I can't keep my balance in the dark. That's a small price to pay for major tumor resection.
Chemotherapy week was not so bad. I experienced mild nausea Monday through Thursday, but life sucked Friday and Saturday, and I was still nauseated on Sunday.
This time I had no idea what type of food to eat so next month I am going to be more prepared. Of course I will be sick if I have oatmeal for breakfast—it's harder to digest. Of course my stomach will churn when I have pasta with tomato sauce—it's acidic. The rest of the month I try to eat well, but I now know that an uneasy stomach wants bread, saltines, broth soups, and ginger.
Why didn't anyone tell me?