I've been wondering when the reality of all this would sink in and I realized it's been there from the beginning. The realities are the strange, infuriating, uncomfortable, aggrevating side effects that can certainly push one to the edge of insanity. One mouthful of oatmeal, followed by an ice cube. Cold things are good. Hot food not so good. I know these are all just things to deal with while going through chemotherapy, but sometimes it is just a bit much. Maybe it's the lack of sleep today or the fact I'm at work when I would rather be miserable at home. I'll get by, good days bad days. My reality.