The new Stevie seems to be nearly a stone lighter. I’m feeling a lot better since my radiotherapy treatment finished 2 weeks ago, but the weight is still staying off. Anything sweet tastes like radiation (yes, you can taste it, believe me) and I find I’m repulsed by the sight of cakes, biscuits, or anything full of sugar. Even fruit I haven’t been able to eat, as it also tastes strange, and burns my mouth and the inside of my throat.
I suppose it’s not a bad thing, but I did enjoy a nice piece of fruit cake before the treatment began. I still buy it, but Sam ends up eating it. He’s putting on weight, and has had to start visiting the gym again. All my trousers are a little too baggy now, and I’ve had to invest in a belt. I’m wolfing down snacks of hummus and crackers, sausage rolls or toast in-between meals, as my appetite has returned with a vengeance. However, my taste buds have not.
I can’t get used to my flat stomach! I’ve lost 3 inches off my waist and keep waiting for the old Stevie shape to re-appear, but the scales stay fixed at 9 stones. My knees have never felt better though, and are thanking me for losing ten pounds of flab. What a way to lose it though.
I’m a bit sad to have lost my taste for fruit cake and the lovely summer fruits that are in the supermarkets now. I only hope that with time my taste buds come alive again and allow me to partake of just a little bit of lemon drizzle cake or sultana loaf. Is life worth living without a slice of genoa cake? I suppose it is, but I’ll just have to get used to ‘The new normal’ (usually abbreviated to ‘The new norm’), a favourite phrase of the clinical nurse specialists in the department where I used to work. Now I understand what they were going on about.
Due to a sinus problem my late aunt had not been able to taste a thing for years. She would always cook a roast dinner on Sundays, eat every scrap, and exclaim – ‘That was a lovely dinner!’. Poor old June. At least I’ve got some sort of sense of taste, albeit a severely mutilated one.