I have been wretchedly, I say wretchedly, sick. I'm supposed to be the designated well one and here I am violently vomiting up the last of my stomach bile with aching ribs from the last million times I heaved. What is going on? Am I so crazy I'm now suffering chemo sympathy symptoms? My husband, the one with the real chemo, is doing just fine and is taking care of me. I wouldn't even admit I had a problem until it was obvious and unavoidable. I'm so, so much better now and simply feeling okay is heavenly. Life is strange.