Is "Legpit" a Word?
And if not, what the hell do you call the leg-crease-liner equivalent of the armpit?
Well... whatever it's called, mine are my new enemy. Thus far, my side-effects have been mostly vague things like nausea and fatigue. Well that's all changed now.
I was told from the very beginning that (aside from fatigue) the radiation side effects would be "localized". The bladder and bowels would be irritated and I'd end up losing hair (not the sort one needs a Sammy Hagar wig to cover... but rather would send one merkin shopping instead) and having a sunburn-like thing going on.
Yeah. That was putting it mildly. Aside from the free brazilian and the four-alarm fire in my entire nether-area, I also now have horrid blisters forming in the aforementioned "legpit" area. Painful ones. Like, walked around Disneyworld for twelve hours in a new pair of Doc Martens ones. Some of the blisters have blisters. I'm not even exaggerating. The magic Aquafor is no longer doing the trick. I am IN PAIN.
At the suggestion of my dad, I have switched to slightly-too-big-for-me men's boxer brief style underpants. They are pretty perfect, as none of the seams hit me anywhere terrible, and all of that extra space up front that I have nothing to put into leaves my sad, toasty areas un-chafed. These new drawers are great for sitting still, but even the slightest bit of walking equals "ouch!". And since I refuse to give up on my daily walks with Ryan, I can now be seem hobbling around Jefferson Park looking like I have a giant stick up my butt.
Oh, cancer. I had no idea how humiliating you would be. You are an asshole. A fiery, blistery asshole.
Xxo, Phoebe
Well... whatever it's called, mine are my new enemy. Thus far, my side-effects have been mostly vague things like nausea and fatigue. Well that's all changed now.
I was told from the very beginning that (aside from fatigue) the radiation side effects would be "localized". The bladder and bowels would be irritated and I'd end up losing hair (not the sort one needs a Sammy Hagar wig to cover... but rather would send one merkin shopping instead) and having a sunburn-like thing going on.
Yeah. That was putting it mildly. Aside from the free brazilian and the four-alarm fire in my entire nether-area, I also now have horrid blisters forming in the aforementioned "legpit" area. Painful ones. Like, walked around Disneyworld for twelve hours in a new pair of Doc Martens ones. Some of the blisters have blisters. I'm not even exaggerating. The magic Aquafor is no longer doing the trick. I am IN PAIN.
At the suggestion of my dad, I have switched to slightly-too-big-for-me men's boxer brief style underpants. They are pretty perfect, as none of the seams hit me anywhere terrible, and all of that extra space up front that I have nothing to put into leaves my sad, toasty areas un-chafed. These new drawers are great for sitting still, but even the slightest bit of walking equals "ouch!". And since I refuse to give up on my daily walks with Ryan, I can now be seem hobbling around Jefferson Park looking like I have a giant stick up my butt.
Oh, cancer. I had no idea how humiliating you would be. You are an asshole. A fiery, blistery asshole.
Xxo, Phoebe
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Everything in life happens for a reason, often 2 reasons which are that we either have something to learn or something to teach. Thank you for being such a great teacher to me and so many others.
Hugs,
Michael
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