Chemo Tastes Yummy with Chocolate Spiders, Groovy Frida, and Some Slightly Dark Planning

Fine, so this title might be drunk on fallacious wishful thinking (nothing makes chemotherapy infusions taste yummy) but… taking Groovy Frida with me will certainly make the experience better. The same would have probably been true of a luscious chunk of chocolate (that tried to escape my bite by pretending to be a spider), if I hadn’t already eaten it.

This camouflaged whining or acknowledgement of the fact that chemo meds taste like something has gone terribly wrong in your mouth is not meant to imply that nothing makes the chemo experience less disgusting. I’m just saying that I fight yuck with yum. Yep, I spend the whole time (my body is being poisoned back to health) sipping coffee… and snacking on frozen mango, baked corn chips, yogurt with roasted nuts on top… and yes, drinking enough water to house a very small galaxy of tiny sharks.

Also, I always go to long appointments with a project I enjoy completing. This week, I will write something for Friday Fictioneers (maybe add a bit to “Cages Can Kill”. There will also be editing, blackout supplies, and… of course, a delightful book or three to read (or to listen to, if my vision starts to get blurry). Then again, there is the chance that I will never get to any of these things, since my sweet Boy is coming with me… and not running our mouths is not one of our superpowers (thank goodness for that!).

the now gone spidery chocolate I spoke of, a mushroom sculpture, a batty-book pin, and a copy of Ghosts of Christmas Past, edited by Tim Martin.
(I can’t wait to share Neil Gaiman’s contribution with you! Soon…)
from Winter Moon Books

my Groovy Frida has been moving around the house, looking for a spot to call home. I think the Crow is whispering sweet nothings in her ear, saying, “Stay here forevermore”.  Yep, he really wants that shiny skull.
from Groovy Gothic

if you know The Insomniac, you will probably be as shocked as I was to find out that she completed her 2019 Slightly Darker Monthly Planner early. Nope, she is not possessed by the ghost of crafty past. I checked. She’s probably just trying to impress her gorgeous baby granddaughter.
from the Insomniac’s Attic (you can print your own copy here)

Yvonne, Emma, Lynne, thank you for the gifts (and for the company).
Thank you all for helping me battle the yuck with yum.
🖤🖤🖤

 

What about you, my Wicked Luvs,
how do you battle the yuck life throws your way?

 

29 thoughts on “Chemo Tastes Yummy with Chocolate Spiders, Groovy Frida, and Some Slightly Dark Planning”

  1. The yuck to yum… I don’t know if I’ve ever turned them. I seem to always he battling my demons with a spoon (ya know, because they hurt more).
    But upon being continually impressed by your strength and methodology of finding joy in the darkness, I want to give joy the opportunity to take on a few of my fights. Might sleep better at night. Thank you sweet powerful lady for your words.
    P.S. I have a Frida too!

    • I hope joy and you can dance, or even just glimpse at each other for a bit… until you can say hello.

      Yay! for Frida! By the way, I just realized that I have two Fridas–a painting and now a doll. I wonder if this is a hint that says I should start collecting them. 😀

  2. Magaly, your blog is so vivid and witty and you even managed to include a book I want to read. I hope the chocolate spiders were good and the galaxy of tiny sharks are behaving themselves. Warmest wishes to you, Jilly

    • Thank you, Jilly. The chocolate was yummy, just what I needed at the time. And the sharks seem to be all right… they keep on grinning, you see.

      Thank you for the wishes, sending some warmth right back!

  3. A tiny square of dark chocolate, with some nice green tea usually gets me grinning, Meditation and listening to the right song also does wonders. I’m glad you are staring the yucks down with a gleam in your eye and a chocolate spider in your hand.

  4. Mmm… dark spidery chocolate, sounds good! Your mention of a drinking enough water to host a galaxy of tiny sharks made me giggle. I usually push my water, but I’ve been slacking, and feeling it. I’m just trying to stay afloat these days, no pun intended.

    • You know how bad I am at the much-needed art of drinking water. But I’ve been good. I’m hoping it helps the poisons move through my system quicker.

      Ha! I love a good pun (and wicked ones, too). 😀

  5. I wish I could battle the yucks with as much heartfelt enthusiasm as you, dear friend. I am glad to hear that you are doing well, through your ordeal.. the sunflower spirit comes with many tightly-packed seeds.

    • The last words of your comment belong in poem. I hope you write it one day. Also, and with a lot more fervor, I wish that you find your own way to fight the yucks with a slightly mad grin on your face.

  6. You are such a wonderful giver with your words! I love your posts. I pray for your taste to come back and not be so bitter.
    Love the Frida doll- she’s so cool!!

    • I’m so glad you love my posts. I’m quite taken by your adventures, too–such wonderful glimpses…

      Things don’t taste bitter, not really… It’s sort of metallic with a hint of who knows what–maybe the blood of someone’s enemy, wondering why they are not in the body they belong? Just kidding… Maybe. *hehehe*

      Groovy Frida says, “Thank you!”

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