In just a few months it will be 2 years since our girl had her last chemotherapy appointment. You’d think with that much time the whole cancer thing would be “finished” or “over” or “in the past”. Most of the time it is.
But, Saturday it all came back. Early in the day she was eating a stick of cheese (as she has almost every morning for many, many years) and suddenly, part the way through she had to stop.
“It tastes like vincristine” she said, with sadness in her voice.
Her solution was to put it back in the fridge, knowing from experience that though right now it’s suddenly not ok, in a day or 2 things will likely be different.
Taste is such a strange thing. For awhile during treatment, only one brand of cheese tasted good, and it’s one that we hadn’t previously purchased much. Then, one day that brand was no longer good. But, another was fine. And, then this Saturday morning the cheese tasted like the chemo – that went in through her port, so the fact that she could taste that is weird, too!
But, we just do our best to acknowledge what’s happening and do what we can to make it better.
I choose to share just in case someone else is going through something similar and is thinking they’re all alone in something as simple as a snack food suddenly bringing them right back to the eye of the storm, when they thought that was all over.