Mayo selfie over food with fat counts

FEBRUARY 9, 2024

Well, today I totally forgot to take a single photo. At night, after I’d already thrown up my medication, I realized that. We think I threw up today because of the intra-arterial chemo treatment that I received at Mayo Clinic. The only photo from the day I have is a saved Snapchat that I sent someone with “Mary Brigh building” tagged as my location.

The other significant thing is that I couldn’t take my morning medication because I had to not eat for the procedure I was going to have, which was some targeted chemo that they think is kind of working. So what I did was I successfully ate nothing this morning, which was easy because as is normal for me I had no appetite anyways. In the chemo, which I was awake for, I succeeded in quizzing the doctors and nurses on country capitals a bit. I’d say I did that a little bit less than last time, but I still did it a bit during the procedure. Because I hadn’t eaten anything, I could receive the sedation they offered.

After the chemo was done, I was able to eat a late lunch with all the pills I’d skipped in the morning. I chose to have the thing that Papa sent me a picture of the card of, the “grilled flank steak,” which I ate while I was laying flat for two hours post-procedure. 

Then, Papa drove us back home because I’m not allowed to drive on the day of the procedure. At home, I tried to eat the two servings of Trader joe’s rice for 12g fat with my night meds around 8:30 pm. Then, in what we assume was a response to the treatment I had, I had to throw it all up into one of Mayo’s throw up bags I happened to have at my bedside table. 

The other kind of important thing is that I’m realizing why I wanted to “be normal” so badly when I was a server at Fogo. The cancer really pushes me that direction, and I admit I’d like to be quite a bit more normal again now. I’m not going back to Fogo now though.