Mojo and the Mess

When my doctor listed the side effects, I nodded.

Fatigue.

Nausea.

Hair loss.

They sounded manageable.

What I didn’t understand was how much they would change the way I move through a day.

Not dramatically.

Just quietly.

Constantly.

This is what it’s really like.

The tired that lives in your bones

I wake up tired.

Not sleepy — tired.

Like my body already ran a marathon before I even opened my eyes.

Some days I sit down “just for a minute” and realize an hour passed.

Some days holding my phone feels heavy.

It’s not laziness.

It’s my body working overtime.

Food is… weird now

Nothing sounds good.

Things I loved smell wrong.

Sometimes water tastes like metal.

I eat because I know I should, not because I want to.

My stomach never feels settled —

it’s either bloated, cramping, constipated, or doing the opposite.

There is no normal.

My body feels unfamiliar

It’s not just the hair on my head.

My brows thinned.

My lashes fell out.

My skin feels sensitive and dry.

My nails bend and peel.

I look in the mirror and see someone I recognize… but don’t feel like.

That part hurts more than I expected.

The nerve stuff nobody explains

My feet tingle.

My hands feel numb sometimes.

Random little zaps run through my legs.

Some days it feels like my body is glitching.

The brain fog is real

I forget what I was saying mid-sentence.

I walk into rooms and don’t know why.

I stare at my phone without remembering what I picked it up for.

It’s embarrassing.

And frustrating.

And hard to explain.

The breathing thing scares me

Climbing stairs feels harder.

My chest feels heavy some days.

It makes you very aware of every breath.

That awareness sticks with you.

The part that isn’t on the list

I cry easier.

I get irritated faster.

I feel disconnected from my old life.

I feel guilty for resting.

Guilty for canceling.

Guilty for needing help.

And then I feel guilty for feeling guilty.

A Mojo moment 🐾

When I lie down because my body feels like too much, Mojo curls up against me without moving.

He doesn’t care that I’m tired or slow or quiet.

He just stays.

And honestly, some days that’s enough.

If you’re on Enhertu too

You’re not imagining this.

You’re not being dramatic.

You’re not weak.

Your body is doing something hard.

And you deserve grace while it does.

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Stay messy,

Izzy