Welcome to the song you will be singing in your head for the next few hours.
You're welcome!
On Thursday I had my third chemo treatment. This one really felt like an achievement of some sort because I can say that I'm halfway to being finished. Yahoo!
My brother, Nathan accompanied me for the day. He is such a good brother .. Thursday was his birthday and he chose to spend his birthday day off with ME at CHEMO. I mean, is that a sacrifice or what? I didn't even have a special treat ready for the birthday boy. Lucky for him an older feisty lady getting chemo had brought in cake for the nurses and they shared with him. I was half asleep when this was going on but I came out of my fog long enough to mumble something like "awe, that's so nice." Snooze.
In all seriousness, I was so thankful to have my bro with me.
In all seriousness, I was so thankful to have my bro with me.
Here is a photo of the Great Nate hanging out with baldy:
On round 2 of Chemo Day I had my Aunt Sue with me. I went right to my oncologist appointment where he promptly asked me "Did you get your blood work done? I don't see it" Oh! I forgot I was supposed to do that first.
No big deal, I messed up the order of things and that was forgiven.
No big deal, I messed up the order of things and that was forgiven.
I was feeling well assured of the order of things on round 3 day with Nathan in tow. I marched into the lab, went right to the desk and sat down in front of the nurse. She said "Good morning. Um, you're supposed to take a number and sit down over there." Nathan is now snickering and shaking his head. Whatever. They took me right back, blood work done. Now I lead Nathan out of that building over to the infusion center. We get all the way to the door of infusion and I say "WAIT! I'm supposed to be meeting with Dr. Weng first!" And back we go back to the building that we just came from. My brother says "Apparently, you really need someone with you that knows the routine." To which I reply "It's called Chemo Brain Nathan. It's a real thing. You can Google it!" When I finally get in to see Dr. Weng I tell him why I'm late and what I did and that I told my brother that I was obviously suffering from a chemo brain morning. Dr. Weng agreed (of course) and said that if I wanted to get physical therapy for chemo brain he would be happy to set me up for that. Yup, you read that right. You can get physical therapy for chemo brain. So good to know! I told him that for now I had some plans to use chemo brain to my advantage ... like, telling Steve that my brain isn't working well enough to remember how to wrap presents. And now my very own oncologist is the second man of the day to shake his head and laugh at me.
We had a fun visitor! My friend Kristi offered to bring us lunch so she came in to make the delivery and visit with us for awhile. She made us laugh with stories of her twin 8 year old boys shenanigans. I was having severe hair envy with her there so I told her I wanted her hair on my head. Here is a picture of us being cute and here is a picture of Kristi's hair on my head. LOL. We had fun for this photo shoot! Seriously Kristi, how did you get into the infusion center with a head of hair like that -- shame on you! HA!
Let me tell you about the pink box I'm holding in the photos. Kristi's daughter Mackenzie made this amazing positivity box for me. It is really special. The inside lid has a quote "Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations" and together Kristi and Mackenzie made positive affirmations on little slips of paper so that when I'm having a low moment I can pick one out and feel uplifted. I was having a particularly bad moment yesterday and the one that landed in my hand was "I am Powerful." Instant mood change! I am so thankful for the creativity and thoughtfulness of this 12 year old girl.
Today is Sunday and I've spent the majority of the day on the sofa sleeping. I did not have a good nights sleep last night and was having awful foot cramps and other strange neuropathy issues that kept waking me up. The bad taste in my mouth is back in full force so nothing tastes good. I'm supposed to be drinking lots and lots of fluids and it is HARD but Steve is on me about it which is good. I was craving a milk shake so badly yesterday so Steve went out last night and got what he needed to make me one. It was delicious ... finally something yummy! He made me a peanut butter one today and it made me so happy. So first I had my friend Cathy's "Survivor Soup" (she calls it Super Immunity Soup but I've renamed it because I can feel myself being healthy, strong and surviving with every slurp) and then I followed that up with a milk shake. Ya gotta do what ya gotta do! My treatment hit me sooner than it has the last two times so I haven't been feeling well the last 3 days. Maybe this means I will begin to feel better sooner? That would be nice. I'm ready!
Today is Sunday and I've spent the majority of the day on the sofa sleeping. I did not have a good nights sleep last night and was having awful foot cramps and other strange neuropathy issues that kept waking me up. The bad taste in my mouth is back in full force so nothing tastes good. I'm supposed to be drinking lots and lots of fluids and it is HARD but Steve is on me about it which is good. I was craving a milk shake so badly yesterday so Steve went out last night and got what he needed to make me one. It was delicious ... finally something yummy! He made me a peanut butter one today and it made me so happy. So first I had my friend Cathy's "Survivor Soup" (she calls it Super Immunity Soup but I've renamed it because I can feel myself being healthy, strong and surviving with every slurp) and then I followed that up with a milk shake. Ya gotta do what ya gotta do! My treatment hit me sooner than it has the last two times so I haven't been feeling well the last 3 days. Maybe this means I will begin to feel better sooner? That would be nice. I'm ready!
