Smells, Hearing, and Weight

Another day of chemo went off without a hitch. No upset stomach, no other troublesome side effects. However, I had talked with my friend Lily (those who know her know she is in this with me) on Tuesday before I started this round of chemo and she asked me if the chemo affected taste buds, breath, sense of smell, etc. I told her that I had previously had taste issues, bad breath issues, and overall sense of "I smell" while Jason insisted that I was not smelly. I had attributed this phenomenon to ketosis, even long past the point that ketosis smell was expected to last, and not to the chemo. Two days into the chemo this week and I now know that Lily was absolutely correct. It's not the ketosis- it's the chemo! It turns out my coffee hasn't been old or tainted or rancid. Jason insisted that it wasn't, but, of course, I did not believe him. I wonder what else I thought was old or not worthy of my ingestion while on chemo. Also, from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to bed I am pretty sure I stink. Again, Jason insists that this is not true but how do I know that? Maybe he's just saying that so I won't feel bad. Maybe he's protecting me...oh, nevermind. That's not the man I married. Jason would tell me I stink!

Last night was a very interesting night of sleep. For the past several years one of Jason's major annoyances with me has been that I will hear something at night, wake up, have no way of identifying what it was or where it came from, and insist that he go check it out. He always says something like, "Go back to sleep. It's the dog next door barking" or "It's just Aidan moving in his bed" or "It was just a car door." So, basically, we've accepted that I can't identify or localize noise at all. In another confirmation that my hearing is back, last night I woke up to a noise, localized it, told Jason what it was, and told him to go check on it (Ashley was locked out of the house) and he confirmed that I was 100% right about what was going on and that he was unaware altogether. I see this as more proof of my emerging superpowers, undetectable by the local audiologist.

This morning Jason made me get on the scale and it confirmed that I have lost a little more weight. He says I'm still in good shape, BMI is well within normal range, and I'm still up 3 lbs of what I consider my "minimum." However, I'm starting to worry about losing too much because I like my clothes. Yep, that's right. I like my clothes and I don't want them to be too big for me. I realize that this is such a first world problem and all that, especially in light of the fact that I have brain cancer, but I don't want to have to find new clothes that I like and spend the money. I've decided now to just add ghee, olive oil, and avocado to everything on my diet in order to increase my calories. I figure that should do it. I know, I know, don't hate.