The medical staff at the hospital has done a pretty good job warning me of all the possible side effects of chemo. What they didn’t tell me about was the big picture. They didn’t tell me I would turn into a 96 year old woman.
If you think about it, right now I have all of the characteristics of my grandmothers. I take frequent naps, I usually eat dinner sometime around 4pm, I spend most of the day analyzing my bowel movements (or lack thereof), and I find myself frequently going through a list of names before I get to the name of the person I am speaking to.
I’ll be expecting some very nice gifts for my 97th birthday.