ahh the Finger....

The night before each chemo treatment I had to take five small pills of steroids.  The morning of chemo I had to take another five, and then right before I began my chemo treatment I had to take several more.  I could never understand why I was always so hungry, then it occurred to me that I was taking 'juice'.  Ha! I mean don't get me wrong, I certainly didn't look like Jose Conseco by any means.
Over the course of the 18 weeks of treatment my body kindly accepted 12lbs- the nerve!  I guess if I was losing weight there would have been other problems I would have had to worry about it.  So if the 12 pounds is all I packed on, then I guess I'm lucky it was only 12.
The toughest thing with the weight gain and being swollen definitely was the fact that I couldn't wear my wedding rings.  It broke my heart when I had to take them off, and now it breaks my heart that I can't get them back on.  Mike wears them on his necklace, near his heart which is sweet but I miss them.

My poor rings certainly couldn't fit on these sausages!

I guess there are bigger things to be heartbroken about but, approaching my five year wedding anniversary it saddens me that -at this time- I am unable to wear my beautiful wedding rings.

On a brighter note----  If I'm driving and you piss me off, or cut me off - my middle finger extends perfectly, and now its nice and plumpy!  You definitely won't miss it!