Jul 012012
 

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“I feel like my life’s on hold.”

So my second round of chemotherapy is done. I finished it last week. It is very exhausting being in the hospital for 5 days, and  I feel very limited. I feel like I’m stuck, chained to a wall. Sure, I can disconnect the IV machine from the wall, and walk around — after all, the machine has a 5 hour long battery. But still, I feel stuck. Nothing has gone wrong so far, so I feel like there should be a way to get my chemo drugs on the go at a clinic or from home.   But the doctors are more cautious.

Maybe it’s because I’m young that I haven’t suffered many side effects. But the ones I have had have not been that pleasant:  One side effect I have is constipation which goes away nicely after 2 days at home. That side effect, at least, tells me that I have one thing that is working very well.

Another side effect that I noticed is while I was in the hospital there wasn’t much in the way of food that I felt like eating because my taste buds were hypersensitive. For example, the only avocados that I could eat were the small ones that come in a net bag. Luckily, this side effect get’s better 2-3 days after I finished my chemo round. In fact, since yesterday, I’ve actually been really hungry. I will eat something, and after 3 hours I will start feeling hungry again. It is annoying because I want to watch TV, read a book, work on some art, maybe teach myself something, and it’s hard to concentrate when all I want to do is eat.

Actually, I used to eat a lot. Just 2-3 years ago I would stuff myself, — big steaks, burgers, an appetizer before, finish all the sides, and I’d never say no to a hunk of hot lava cake to top it off. But now I’m eating differently: You could say I eat more meals, but smaller ones. I don’t like getting stuffed, and I don’t like that feeling you get when you shouldn’t have eaten those last extra bites. Today, I know my breaking point, and I just stop when I get there: “I enjoyed half of it, I’m happy, do I really need the other half right now at this moment or am I satisfied?” It becomes almost automatic.

It seems like more often than not, I would take home a box with leftovers. It could be as much as half my dish. I see it also as a good way of saving money. (“Look! I now have lunch for tomorrow. This meal I’m paying for is can actually stretch to two meals!”)

I would even sometimes take a box even though what’s left on my plate is less than 5 bites. Most people would just finish the plate, and then they get stuffed. I see it as a small snack I will have later. Now, with chemotherapy, and me losing weight (I’m at 59kg — less than 130 lbs — which is probably the lowest I have weighed in over 10 years,) I have to  go back to that old Ilan. My friends used to say I have a hollow leg. That was after a night we went to San Francisco, and I was eating everything in reach. It is kind of nice though, I HAVE to eat fattening foods with tons of calories.

It’s hard having your life on hold. That’s what it feels like right now. I can’t really work because I need two weeks off every two weeks for treatment and recovery.  I can’t go to school for the same reasons. There are things I can do to pass the time, but it isn’t the same. It kind of takes away your energy and motivation to actually start a project when you don’t know if you’ll finish it or not.

Next week I’m having a CT scan. It will show if (and by how much) the chemotherapy has reduced the malignant parts of the tumors.  And if it has, then the treatment is worth every single side effect.

Ilan Hachlili shares his courageous battle with cancer and his optimistic thoughts on life at Ilanoflife.com.

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