Let's Talk Turkey

In many ways, I am completely "normal" again after all of my treatments. Then someone waves a turkey sandwich under my nose and I almost vomit. For those of you not privy to the details of my first chemo, let me back up. There is a little deli downstairs in the building where my oncologist's office is. Since it took so many hours to actually receive chemo, some brilliant nurse suggested that I bring my lunch with me. I only made that mistake once. The morning of my first chemo I stopped in the deli and picked up a turkey sandwich with lettuce and provolone on a croissant. I ate about half of it during chemo. A couple of hours later, things, mainly my stomach, took a turn for the worse. For the better part of the last year, I only have to hear the words "turkey sandwich" and I get sick all over again.

So around lunch time today, the guy in the cube next to me started offering everyone his extra turkey sandwich. He literally waved it right under my nose. Since this was the same guy that shared his survival of the fittest theory last week, I wouldn't have felt too bad about decorating his sandwich with my lunch. Just thinking about his turkey sandwich makes me think about my turkey sandwich and that never ends well. My only advice is don't eat anything you might ever want to eat again during chemo.