Okay, I admit it. I'm grossed out. I'm a horrible person, I know. Right now, I just want to grimace and cringe, and I feel a little nauseated. My husband just texted me to tell me that his fingernails are coming loose. I knew that this was a possibility because it was one of the "side effects" we were told about, and then about two weeks ago, they started turning purple, and the PA at the oncologist's office did say it looked like they would probably fall off. BUT I was really hoping they wouldn't. I was okay with his hair falling out. I was okay with his skin peeling off in huge sheets. I was okay with the blisters in his mouth. The fingernails coming loose has definitely got me all ickified.
I owe him though. A few years ago, I got very sick, and I had to have a drain put in my side to take care of an abcess, and he was so good about helping with changing the bandages and keeping it clean, and if he was grossed out by it, he never showed it. I'm afraid I won't be able to do the same when I see his hands this afternoon.
Damn. I hate chemo.
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