If I thought time in treatment was exhausting, this is so different. I am like a bear going into hibernation. It is a different kind of exhaustion. Literally like a newborn rebuilding my defenses. Because that is what I am doing.
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I cannot eat everything I would like. Had cactus tacos and several bean soups. Everything was cooked to another level according to Neutropenic standards. Although I really want a vegan burger with all the fixings.
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I get home and there is so much unnecessary chitchat. Things that are irrelevant to my existence and recovery. Six months of no drinking, a special diet, and attempting no stress. I am not supposed to work for up to 2 months. I am taking care of myself and avoiding the drama. Even though that little monster is lurking everywhere.
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