I'm in Arizona visiting my sisters and I couldn't log in for awhile because I couldn't remember my password.
In Feb. 2005, I weighed about 165 pounds at my worst that winter. I was going to OWLS - Ouray weight Loss Support at the local library. (Weight Watchers will no longer hold a meeting in our county because we don't have enough people. If they'd quit paying that duchess so much money, they might be able to afford smaller meetings.) Over the summer, I lost about 10 pounds without trying which should have tipped me off that something was up, but it was an extremely busy summer for me. I had my bookstore, I worked at the Chamber of Commerce doing bookkeeping, and I volunteered on Sundays at the Humane Society Thrift Shop. I weighed 140 at the doctor on Monday morning and I've been pretty stable there.
Patricia, 7 litres! I had two litres drained off me three weeks after my surgery and I thought that was bad. Your poor husband.
Steroids give you a good appetite, but I have had trouble sleeping.
I've heard them say that it is really not the cancer that kills you, but starvation. For someone like me who actually worked for Weight Watchers twice in her life (the program worked great for me), this is still weird. I tell people it's one of the upsides of cancer - you get to eat all you want and still lose weight. Hell of a diet.
Everybody, let's just keep haninging in there.