Content warning: food, gastrointestinal distress.

Tonight my dad and I had dinner together for his birthday. I got two orders of fish and chips delivered (along with salads) around 4pm. Everything arrived on time.

And then... I couldn't stop pooping.

Basically I was pooping every few minutes while my dad was here until 7pm. To say it was a bit annoying / comical would be an understatement.

Naturally, since then I haven't had to use the restroom as frequently. But I digress.

Even though I couldn't stop pooping we both had a nice time. We've talked during my chemo but sometimes it's nice to have deep conversations about things without the usual interruptions. Anybody who says you can get large swaths of focus time during chemo is deluding themselves.

So while it wasn't ideal it was still the best we could do. And sometimes that's all that matters.