trying out keto when chemo flops

Just imagine this: You’re sitting there, staring down at this colorful pill organizer like it’s going to magically tell you the secret of the universe. Anyway, the chemo isn’t talking—just beating around the bush more than doing its job. So here I am, surrounded by what feels like an endless parade of keto meals, flavored with bacon fat and avocados. Oh yeah! The luxury of fats.

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Keto and fasting are like those weird indie bands you say you like because everyone else is doing it but deep down, you’re just confused. The theory of starving a tumor while pretending you’re living off some 2025 sci-fi trash is entertaining, if not downright hopeful. But hey, it’s something I’ve got to try, right? Maybe I’ll become a supergenius and finally understand why quinoa is supposed to taste good. Spoiler: It doesn’t.

Anyway, there’s some complicated science behind it—supposedly eating zero-to-no carbs kickstarts some metabolic voodoo magic. If you ask me, it’s more like my body saying, ‘Hey, are you sure about this?’ But then, when chemo’s not sending those invitations to its supposed victory party, my skeptical scientific side thinks it’s all about survival of the sneakiest.

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Plus, fasting adds a delightful dash of hangry into the ‘fun.’ It’s like embarking on a second, unintended adventure. I saw some weird advice on supplements—stuff like MCT oil (whatever that is) and collagen peptides. If anything, they have fancy names that make me feel like I’m casting spells, minus the wand.

So every morning starts with MCT oil (which, surprise, doesn’t taste as cool as it sounds) dumped into coffee, if that’s what keeps minds sharp during chemo’s rangy battles. I’m just hoping I don’t find myself in Mordor halfway through a cup. This constant experiment? Sometimes it’s a sanity puzzle.

Between keto recipes and fasting windows, days do blend—a perpetual Saturday of What Next? Some days, it feels like decoding some ancient language.

Right now, I’m eyeing an almond flour cake recipe—because who needs gluten anyway? My taste buds might stage a revolution before my cells do. Oh joy. Let’s see how long this keeps me entertained before something else grabs my attention. My eyes still hurt. I need coffee. Ugh.