Tu sem-tumor

conversa com a M. há uns instantes:

M.: Sabes que prenda é que eu queria mesmo para os meus anos?
E.: Não sei, diz-me.
M.: Tu sem-tumor
E.: Já te esqueceste, no dia dos teus anos eu estava assim como tu queres, sem-tumor! Lembras-te? Porque é que eu estava no hospital?
M.: Sim, foi a minha prenda, tu sem-tumor. E ainda tenho a minha prenda!


E com um sorriso, satisfeita com a ideia de uma mamã sem-tumor, a M. voltou a adormecer.

Felizmente. Porque eu fiquei sem saber o que dizer. Quando ela voltar a perguntar se ainda tem "eu sem-tumor" espero poder responder que sim.

I can't get no satisfaction

from my taste buds.

Nothing tastes like it is supposed to.
Food is neither sweet, sour, salty, bitter nor umami. Instead it tastes like metal.
I have noticed that I am adding vinegar to everything I eat. Cold food tastes better than hot food. The good thing is that I am not losing my apetite. Hoping to find something that will satisfy me I am constantly eating.

morena platinada

I started a new treatment today, a platinum-based chemotherapy combined with a diabetic drug. I have been repeating to myself: no big deal it is just another treatment... I know it is not true, but for now (and while my nausea is controlled) I am going to believe that this carboplatinum chemo will be a breeze. Could it be that if I fool my brain I will not experience any of the nasty side effects?

A harmless mass of fat

When I first heard of Sarcomas I was being diagnosed with one. That was seven years ago. At the time I did not associate any malignancy to the word sarcoma. I though that my retroperitoneal liposarcoma was just a harmless mass of fat.