Chemo Weather: Forecast Calls for… Everything

One minute I’m cold.
One minute I’m hot.
The next minute I’m absolutely burning up.
And then—because my body likes to keep things interesting—I’m right back to cold again.

It’s got to be the drugs running through me, because when I had cancer 21 years ago, they treated me to the delightful combo-platter of treatment plus “going through the change.” Nothing like night sweats and hot flashes tag-teaming you at 3 a.m.

So honestly? This time is better.
I’m not going through the change, and I’ve only had a little night-sweat nonsense.

And I am absolutely certain that Don Williams’ “It Must Be Love” has nothing to do with it — no matter how much the universe tries to convince me otherwise.

Just last night—because life loves a well-timed coincidence—I stepped out the restaurant door with my takeout order (I do not eat inside anymore; the service is too slow, and my patience has officially filed for retirement – Not to mention they won’t let me take off any clothes). The moment that fresh, cool breeze hit my face, I let out the happiest little sigh.

A woman sitting nearby looked over and said,
“Oh, I remember that… needing cool air, then blankets, then cool air again.”

We both laughed the kind of laugh only people on this strange path understand. Two chemo sisters, bonded instantly by the universal language of temperature chaos.