I have been reading about the chemo pills. So, I have to wear gloves to handle them, and the pills go in my mouth. I should call the doctor right away if I vomit blood or it looks like coffee grounds. I must be very careful not to wound myself as I might just bleed and bleed and bleed. Sick people must be avoided like walkers on the Walking Dead. My bone marrow may not make enough stuff my body needs, so I may need blood transfusions. It might change my sense of taste. The runs are to be expected. Fatigue may be intense. NO beer. There's more, but I threw all the papers down in disgust.
Oh, and one of the clinical trials sounds really fun. They'd cut me again, laparoscopic surgery, and put beads in my liver that contain mouse cancer and then something would attack that cancer and the stuff I already have. I *hate* mice! I hate having people root around in my guts, too.
If I die on June 22nd, I don't think that would be so bad. It would be my last day in Denmark so everything I wanted to do during my trip would have been done, and I'd avoid at least one airplane meal and Newark airport. Other than flatly refusing, I see no way out of the chemo pills, however.
