I'm not kidding...
Sometimes the cancer stuff reaches out and taps me on the shoulder. Just to remind me that everything is not okay. Had a major lower GI failure today that resulted in three trips to the toilet, a load of laundry and a shower.
Kind of like being two years old again.
And there's nothing so disempowering and humiliating as loss of bowel control. I have to remember not to trust what I'm feeling down there, ever. I've just been lulled by almost a month of (for me) normal lower GI behavior.
Damned discouraging stuff.