What? Why?

Ok so in the last 24 hours as a virgin blogger I have discovered and considered several things:

• A lovely American couple already had the genius title of love, life and lymphoma...but I can't actually work out how to change it at the mo, sorry guys.
• After googling 'chemo chic' to investigate my business idea of central line cover wear and cool headwear etc I found the most amazing, witty and informative blog on cancer ever.The realisation that mine will never be as entertaining or simply just as good nearly halted my blog career right then and there!
• My blog doesn't come up on a google search so will have to give URL to interested people
• Which led me to consider, who is interested and why am I doing this??? (and it's not just to humiliate my 17 year old son)
• I think this process will be cathartic
• I like writing
• I am spending a ridiculous amount of time indoors, shortly to be more
• There are people all over the world that care about me and this is an easy way to update those who are interested...
• Finally and I think most importantly, at every stage of this lymphoma experience I have been seeking  other peoples experience online to see how on earth they got through it, what was their story? How did it affect them physically, mentally, emotionally? What were the treatments and side effects like on a day to day basis? I wanted to read things like day 1 ESHAP was like this......etc Not what to expect from a leaflet but how it felt. So if my day to day experiences of lymphoma, chemo, stem cell transplant etc can help eliminate the fear of the unknown for someone then that's cool.

So, there we are. It's day 4 out of chemo, I am still slightly nauseas and my guts are giving me serious gip despite a week of fresh fruit smoothies made by my beloved.......does not help that I have managed to go off water, it just tastes yuk! Other things I have gone off:

• Tea
• Coffee (even Costa's flat whites)
• lemongrass and ginger cordial (dammit)
• wine (outrage!)
• pretty much most sensible food

Despite not really fancying anything I end up fantasising about food I could possibly want and there's a theme here........rubbish simple carbs which anyone who knows me will understand are usually just not in my reality! Specifically:

• Kentucky (haven't gone there yet but am picturing some fillet, zinger, minger, dinger burger fat bastard combo? does that exist?)
• Dr Oetker pizza (have been there several times)
• Croissants! (unacceptable!)
• Ginger Nut biscuits (for the nausea you seeeee)

Ok now I have committed this to writing I am ashamed and I need to have a little word with myself.........echoes of my patronising lectures to pregnant mummies..."now your baby doesn't need donuts......." 
Laters x