In his original thought experiment, Schrodinger imagined that a cat is locked in a box, along with a radioactive atom that is connected to a vial containing a deadly poison. If the atom decays, it causes the vial to smash and the cat to be killed. When the box is closed we do not know if the atom has decayed or not, which means that it can be in both the decayed state and the non-decayed state at the same time. Therefore, the cat is both dead and alive at the same time - which clearly does not happen in classical physics.So in theory, the cat is both dead and alive at the same time. The only way to determine which is true and which is false, you must open the box, thus ending the experiment.
Every day that I'm not looking at an ultrasound, I feel like that's what's going on in my belly. And about an hour after an ultrasound is done, whatever truth was determined becomes theory again and we're back in Schrodinger land.
Every moment that I feel halfway decent, I feel like it must mean all my symptoms are gone and thus I'm doomed. So while barfing wasn't entirely pleasant Thanksgiving morning (that's the only barf so far, made it through dinner just fine), at least it was a symptom escalation which gave me some security. But since then, I'm pretty much ok. A little tired. The occasional queasy but it's not very often. Still have a firm belly under a squishy layer of fat.
All in all, I'd rather be barfing.