Once the chemo got rolling, I quickly came to loathe the weekends. The side effects would start to peak on Saturday morning, and by that afternoon I'd be miserable. Fever, intense stomach aches, nausea, the whole bit. Depending on what they gave me, it would taper off until the middle of the week. Even then it wasn't ideal. I'd just start to feel somewhat normal again and then it'd be time for another dose. Time to ride the wave.
I did my best to keep the stuff moving. Lots of water, juice, smoothies and popsicles to stay hydrated. I didn't have much energy, but when I did I'd take the dogs for a walk. Sometimes I wouldn't make it any further than the end of our block before I'd have to turn back. Sometimes I'd be able to go around the block.
It was during one of these walks that I noticed another strange side effect of chemo: I had developed a superhuman sense of smell. I first noticed it when a car drove by with the windows down. The car was probably going about twenty miles an hour, yet I could clearly smell the guy's cologne. It wasn't overwhelming or anything, but if I'd had an encyclopedic knowledge of men's colognes I know I could've identified it immediately.
My curiousity piqued, I tried to pay more attention to what I could suddenly smell: fresh cut grass that had been mowed days earlier. Food cooking. Old leaves. The coffee someone was brewing. And on and on. Yeah, unpleasant smells were also amplified, but other, more subtle ones I'd never noticed were as well.
Turns out this is a fairly common side effect of chemo. Other senses like taste and hearing would also be affected, though in much less awesome ways.
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