Well, steroid hunger has hit. Yow. A gnawing, constant, growling, raging HUNGER.
But it's sort of interesting in an almost Zen way. What's absolutely clear is that nothing on earth will satiate this hunger. No amount of ice-cream, candy, cookies or cake would do the trick. No quantity of fried bacon, roast venison, lamb chops, or spare ribs would touch it. Not jello, not meringues, not smoked salmon, not fresh pineapple, not fried onions.
Nothing would quiet it.
Which gives me a slightly off-kilter zen-like relationship to the hunger – it simply is. Nothing really I can do with it, no negotiating with it. The only thing I can do is simply experience it, feel it.
This is new.
Meanwhile, in breakfast news, I don't think I shall ever eat another egg. Even the *word* "egg" makes me heave. Don't know if this is from the chemo, or the excessive numbers of eggs I have been eating to fill my stomch before downing the steroids.
Tired today, big time.