Although it’s nice to have a reprieve from radiation on the weekends, that also seems to be when the side effects crop up with a vengeance. And this weekend they’ve been particularly rough. I’m not sleeping well because my mouth is painfully dry and sore (while Biotene claims to offer 4 hour relief from dry mouth, I get out of bed to use it every 2-3 hours). Last night’s dinner might also have been a Last Supper of sorts for me; this morning, I could barely eat applesauce. Everything tastes somehow both bland and sour, and it’s become quite difficult to chew and swallow. Oh yeah, and talk. Which makes this Sunday a good one on which to be seeing the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra perform Beethoven’s 9th. I bought the tickets well before my diagnosis as a Christmas gift for my husband. I’m hoping it will be as powerful and immersive as it was the first time I heard it performed live in Seattle, and that I manage to make it through the whole thing.
Well, then 